When your eyes are wide open, you see much much more

over and over again.
before i would leave the house to school or out with my friends,my mom would always tell me: Keep you head up, Jennifer, act confident.
so i would try to keep my head up when i leave the door.
but i would eventually start to follow my steps that lead towards the hard concrete ground and my torn up shoes.

today at school was '80s Day'you would of course dress up in the fresh prince way.
i put on my mothers old tights that she claimed were The Fad of her age.
it was pink.
more of magenta actually.
i stepped out in the cold -5 degreesand the first thing i saw was not only my breathe
but the lights in houses beginning to illuminate the dark street.

i wait for the transit bus.
the bus wasn't fulland maybe only eight people occupied the cold red seats.
i pass the driver, and gives a nod.
i walk down towards the end of the bus
meeting eyes with an elderly woman.
she sits and stares
down at my tights?
i don't know.
at me?
i don't know.

transfer.
when i got on to the second bus that completed my transportation to school,
i realized that
not only am i missing out on peoples reaction to my tights,
but what else am i missing that i can't see?
or is it not me that is missing out on something.
is it the public that is missing out on things.
right in front of them?


to be oblivious is pretty common.
you really don't realize it when you are by yourself
but if there are eleven
or three
or eight
people around you,
at least one person can see something that no one else could of not seen before at the same place and same time.



i might be wrong.