Strut

Strut Just by the way I strut You know I haven’t walked A mile away from my hut I’ve got life But not an ounce Of hope in my heart All the days are the same Some stare me dead in the eyes But I, too Am created in the image of God Others look the other way As if I don’t exist Some are pacing the streets Going to their whereabouts Others walking slowly looking for trouble Looking to pickpocket Drawing guns, knives or swords Don’t ever come around here Be brave Don’t show your face Peel my eyes open I live to see another day Music plays with every step I take Marckincia Jean Free verse 12/20/19