They say ignorance is key, oblivion is beauty, so I ignored them. I pretended I didn't hear.
Once again, this encounter happened. I was in the public library looking for a book. Four teenagers were sitting on one of the benches. They were not quiet. I heard the hatred they had for me in their teasing voices. They commented on my weight, on my clothes, they commented on how I bent down to look on the lower shelves. They were watching me. I felt it. Their eyes were digging into my back and their words were ripping out my heart.
I looked at book after book, trying to focus, trying to ignore them. I decided to pick a book and walk away. Ignorance is key, oblivion is beauty. But what's if I had the courage. I would stand up tall, look them in the eye and make sure we catch contact. I would then let my face be gentle and walk away.
I didn't have the courage though. I ignored them. I checked out the book and walked out the double doors. I decided on my way home, I would raise my voice. I would say something. They did. Why can't I?
Ignorance is key?
I noticed.
See something say something. All New Yorkers know this.
I. Am. Saying. Something.
