JILLM

[written while in india] as we walk through the streets, my friends tell me everyone is looking and staring at me. [as if i didn't already know] i smile. most of the time, it can be ignored; but sometimes, it gets to me. it really gets to me. sometimes, i tell them, i want to walk these streets and blend into your mosaic of dark faces. now they smile. they can’t really understand but thought they might feel the same if they visited my country. and then, that got me thinking… [yeah. surprise, surprise...] so often, i wish i weren’t an outsider. at first, it didn’t bother me. at first,...