I am way behind with Napowrimo but here I go, attempting to catch up!

An Indian man and woman

who I think are a couple
until the distance between
extends beyond what is proper
for a woman must walk five steps
behind her man scenario.

Moving in the opposite direction
is a well-hipped white woman
pushing an empty pram
and a young black woman
whose hair runs the rainbow
between yellow and pink.
I stare until she stares me
back into recognizing my rudeness
and my past
where my blues were the turquoise

of my hair.