I do not run with ugly, hooded crowds.
I am not found in dark and grimy streets.
My sense of self is not angry or loud.
I don’t run from the law on guilty feet.
My eyes are closed to low and desperate crime.
My fingers do not twitch for others’ gold.
Instead of drugs and guns, I deal in time,
And am quite good at it (or so I'm told).
My home life is as whole and pure as light.
I've never felt the need to run away.
I've never had to raise my fists and fight.
Instead of spitting snuff and filth, I pray.
But don’t insist that I’ve lived without rain-
I know a thing or two of fear and pain.
Copyright © Little Sperling | Year Posted 2017
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