Dear stranger, this is me

Dear stranger

Here I am. I am fragile, you can hurt me if you want. I am not in a position to stop you in time, because it is all in your head. I could be blind, I could be deaf. You don't know, until you step into my space. I am small, but I am strong, you see, i'm just like you. If you only knew the things that we might have in common. We could take a walk through the city, and I might be the only person on this big planet earth, that does not bug you. If you see me on the subway, I will smile at you, even if you don't want me to. That's the kind of girl I am. You might like down at my hand, and notice the tiny freckle on my right hand's ring finger. You might do, and you might not. Standing on the corner waiting for the bus, you might decide that I am beneath you, loose sweater, pierced nose, big calves, I am not perfect. I am just a stranger on a bus, trying to make my way home. Not God, not a saint, not Jesus embodied in a deer, I am just a little cell of the big human that is earth, trying to not get suffocated by life.