Yes, i am tired... i cannot pretend anymore that I am not bothered by the way you ignore me, you look at me like i do not matter, like i am just a paper on the street, someone else’s problem. You look at me like im a mistake, like i shouldn’t exist, i shouldn’t even be breathing the same air as you, you look at me as if i am some kind of a disease, an outbreak that needs to be cured and all those who are like me should be put down cause we might be contagious to those who are like you..i am tired of smiling at you reassuring you that i am safe and just a person like you but you look at me like a monster..yes i am different but i am not a monster. .i am a big, black, beautiful woman..i am thick and my curves agree with me but i am not a monster or disease. I am different