Teachers Conference the FBI and me

There was no easy day going under cover with four kids riding along with the FBI supervisor I was just a young mother of four actually expecting again seven months pregnant the FBI installed wires on my unborn baby I was given a pager to place in my pocket I was quite nervous this day morning sickness first day if school and we had to complete the job investigation into dirty officers selling drugs trading riot gear to stand off with the FBI and kill confidential human sources meaning me as I approach the hostage situation I was greeted by a junk sick officer afraid of losing he badge pension for being corrupt he tells me right away you can't leave out without testing the product even though I was with child he lead me to the king pin drug lord who was actually cooking eggs with a 44 magnum over to my left two more dealers filling a bath of lime to dissolve drugs and human flesh the killer approaches when his walkie talkie sounded from the police department corruption warning the drug dealers informants are inside meaning me my eyes were so big and brown he pulls my blouse forced me to look out the window on a stand was an assault rifle he looks out and spots the female agent who installed the wires on my belly my face dropped he said do you know her I response by swallowing he points the 44 magnum to my head and said you know her is she vice my heart sank the walkie-talkie sounded again the dealer said so you do know her she was at a stop light three schools were letting out a high school a middle school and an elementary school staff crossing guards parents everywhere behind her was the IRS thereto recover marked money a tear stuck on my cheek the rifle pointed right at her head a red dot on her ponytail that's when I heard my children in the supervisor car singing my girl I guess you say what can make me feel this way my girl I swallowed fear and shouted yes I know her she's my daughters teacher there's a conference I need to hurry his pupils covered his eyes fear sank to my chest he then slams the 44 magnum in my mouth and said I'm not going back to prison do you hear me my lips trembled stuck to the chrome blood in the corner of my mouth I said she's my daughters teacher he believed me and said I could leave out the dirty officers led me downstairs we took lot's of drugs off the streets and a shipment of weapons headed to the gangs in Chicago Milwaukee looking back now my panic attacks are quite poetic watching the war on weapons and drugs three decades later evolved In front of my townhome in Tampa corrupt officers niece gathered the dealers killers released from prison early a monsters ball breaking in my home snatching my poetry threatening my life leading an assassins to my door right in front of my children God's goodness covered me with this divine purpose from glen to glen and down the mountainside rather here or in shadow I was anointed with the blood of Jesus the holy day we celebrated the assumption of Mary 8-14-2003 I survived my own assassination unlike Martin Luther King Jr. Mr. Little Emmitt Till or Fred Hampton I survived to tell my story awareness healing comforting coping broken emotionally severe panic PTSD and yet I survived a team of gang leaders an arson murderer of nine his corrupt officers Mexican Jamaican drug lords actually still running the ongoing drugs weapons operation only I'd retired suffering in hiding desperate I contacted the Federal Bureau of Investigations of Chicago Milwaukee dire need knowing I'd convict terrorist plotting to blow up the Chicago transit system and government buildings from Libya dealers from the middle east trading weapons and drugs for food stamps and WIC coupons in Milwaukee while witnessing a murder and now they were out for blood my blood my heart raising feet pacing as justice cried the angels sighed as night crawled under day stirring up so much strife the beast lie in his nature women wear the crown of scabs the scales balanced why is the land crying sending the sound to only Jesus as Allah scream the sigh of pain Mary kneel in the corner weeping as Jah swallowed the Lions soul the beast slid on his belly there should be goodness in truth secrets shall not be kelp because no one noticed when Jesus welp I feel blessed God's glory all praise how many lives were saved while all the school flags were raised liberty was at stake the day the bells rang during corrupt police officers lunch break