wide white smile

i saw a boy on the train and he was happy. his smile was white and wide, and he reminded me of a famous poet. i’ve never met her but i imagine that she could have been the happy boy’s mother. later, i reflected that it was unfortunate that i know so few people with dark skin that seeing one dark skinned happy boy would remind me of a dark skinned famous poet lady who i’ve never met but i imagined would be happy and have a wide white smile.

that is my story about the happy dark skinned boy on the train.


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