Why Me Lord, Why Me?

I was taking pleasure in a rear view, watching a rump move to my heart beat – bum-giddy-bum, bum-giddy-bum. Each time a man goes by my heart pounds faster to the new rhythm of those mass muscles. Men collide while stealing sneak-peeks. A wife slaps a husband in the middle of Main Street, and my ears capture the sound of every man’s heart beat – bum-giddy-bum, bum-giddy-bum. Main Street was a mess, so I put pace in my steps to preserve the vision I had before all the chaos. Her bouncy brown hair falls softly in waves on her back, as those lovely mass muscles contract – bum-giddy-bum, bum-giddy-bum. My heart was not please with letting her fly, my eyes wanted to see her eye to eye, and my jewels would sulk if my lips didn’t try. So, my lips say, “Hi.” She turns with a twist, and I lost my rear view. My heart stops drumming when I saw her tattoo. Is she the one? I believe she’s the one who robbed my friend. Did she use those mass muscles to lure him in? My feet were frozen, I could not run. So …. I smiled and asked her, “Where are you from?” I pretend as if I didn’t see the gun – but from my chest comes the sound of an Ashanti drum – bum-giddy-bum, bum-giddy-bum.