On the plane the white woman gathers her purse close to her/as if/ there is somewhere for me to run/ as if I might beat my hands against the plexiglass/ until it cracks/ fling myself from 30,000 feet up/ plummet through the sky like a black rock/ all for the treasures of her blue leather handbag/ how painful it must be for her/ to be so lacking in imagination/ to only see/herself/ as the center of my everything.
IDRISSA SIMMONDS is a fiction candidate in the MFA program at Warren Wilson College. She is co-editor of the collection Black Girl Magic: A Breakbeat Poets Anthology. Recent publications include Fourteen Hills Press and Room Magazine; her pieces in both journals were nominated for the Pushcart Prize. She currently resides in Oakland, California.
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