Pain

The child☀︎

* When the parties over and the rain is pouring -Billie Elish

As I ran down the lonely rough streets...Looking for where to hide ...The dark didn't help...

I heard the cry of a baby...
so quiet yet soft...
There was two things to do run away or help...
i had to be the bigger person...so me and my big soft heart ran towards the crying child...

As I stood I wondered where it came from...
I searched through the trash...
There it was a white child...with big dark glittering eyes filled with tears...
My heart melted at the sight of the harmless child...

The little child looked weary were would the mother be...
Why was the child in a trash can...
I kept questioning my self why someone would give birth and dump their child....

I picked up the crying fragile soft skinned white little child...

"sh sh it's OK...please don't cry..."
my voice was only a whisper....

I rocked the child in attempt of keeping the child calm...

She eventually stopped i could only smile at her...

"i can't leave you here..."
I whispered to the puzzled smiling little baby...

I need to make an exit and fast but how?

I can't be caught with a white child...no not now..not when the city is in chaos...i panicked...

I need to flee...far...far away from my past...far away from death...far away from my childhood...I had to be safe and so did this little child...

The city was in chaos...due to the death of the mayor...it was said it was a black man his driver that murdered him...

So they started killing blacks...i wasn't oblivious on how they acted towards us disrespecting our girls and mistreating our boys ...

Although I was just fifteen i knew the consequences of being a black in a populated white area...the fact no one was willing to play with me nor talk to me..made me stone cold

I hated the whites and now hated them even more after they killed my family...

why did my father keep ignoring my questions...now he was no more to answer this questions...

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Pa sat on a stool as we tried gathering trash...

'Pa why does the white kids not talk to me'

he just smiled and kissed my forehead

'work now Marsai don't ask questions..OK'

I continued but i was still curious...

'why did that white soldier kill Uncle Boris when he was sick and slow at his work'

I stopped working and looked at him...he just stood up and walked away...

leaving me more curious than ever what was it with the white people...
I was nice enough wasn't i...
but he left me curious with my thoughts....

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#all lives matter
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please note this was all my idea it was made up in my head please if you find it offensive please forgive me
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