I needed somewhere to stay. How could you blame me?
A notorious drug dealer... Coke Head Killer...
Cruel to say but it was true.
He was about his business.
And that didn't always mean drugs...
"Bab- Please Stop." I grunted.
"Come here..." he sounded soft.
"No. I don't want to..." I struggle to get his roaming hands off me.
"Come on..." his voice grew slightly louder.
"Get Off Me Marquis!" I raised my voice.
"Come on!" He grew hostile, snatching my wrists.
••••••
Running.
Trying to run to a better place.
All I remember is sneaking from under his sleeping body,
Grabbing the little bit of hand-me-down clothes that I did have,
The worn out, dingy White forces that I wore faithfully, and dashing .
I didn't know where I was going, but it had to be away from this place.
I ran without direction, or knowledge of a certain location.
I ran until I couldn't see the little kids playing with sticks on the concrete,
The dealers on the street,
The Crackheads begging for money,
And the prostitutes stopping every damn car in sight.
I got the hell up out of there...
VOUS LISEZ
take care. {m.f}
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