Unsafe New York Part Twenty Eight

I DON'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU BUT AT THE CEILING NOW
I walk in on the train on any given day and look away. Surrounding me are racial, national, gender, inter gender, intra gender, economic hatreds. People who eye one another with utter hatred and despisement, people who don't seem to have met one another before and do not know one another but for a cut of cloth and their sex would reveal. People who hate by default, people who attack by default, people who react by default. Every black woman looks at me with hatred. Every black man looks at me with hatred or hateful desire. Every white man looks at my shaved head. Every white woman checks out my big boots. Every black child is looking with hatred at me as I sit down to share a sit with it. Every white child is craddled by his parents and all three look trapped. Every hooded person is a gangsta, and every woman on heels and of asian decent must be bowed to. Every person is a nationality, a race, a gender, a history, not an individual. I do not sit: what for? To feel your hatred? To feel the accusations I have nothing to do with it:
A. Because I was not born in this country,
and
B. Because I have not done anything wrong to anyone. But I get punished if refuse to play your game of blame and deceit. Adn who are you to punish me? I am a thinking, sane individual. Keep sitting next to one another and hate one another and play your stupid power games.Keep worshipping in the halls and temples of SATAN while I will worship in the temple of Reason and Philosophy.
I have a freedom of religion.
Long live my dead Amazons who were no other than independent and thinking women the patriarchy got rid off and gave itself credit for.
Farewell.