Every step I heard made my body jerk
Made my heart start to pump
My brain transitioning from calm and collected
To a fight or flight reaction
It was just a young boy walking. But that's not what my brain saw
I saw the bulge in his pocket and thought of a gun
Saw the hood pulled down low and thought of a thug
I was dead for sure, so I made my prayer and thanked god for my life
As the boy continued on with his not even looking at me twice.
YOU ARE READING
Don't forget to water the roses
PoesíaPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
