and a Black lady sat next to me. she was talking. perhaps to the gods. maybe to herself. or just maybe, her and her spirits were so comfortable they didn’t need any privacy, just a warm summer day in a chicago park. she was talking. and i was unashamedly listening.
she said a little bit about “fuck the founding fathers, they knew.” and my curiosity was immediately peaked. even as the white lady on the other side of the talking Black got up to move to a different bench away from the ‘scene.’ “and then there was the pretty princess” “fuck that jealous Black bitch” “im gunna let these niggas know something”
and as she talked, and talked, and talked, i really wish i was on the inside of what her conversation was about.
it was a nice day in the park.