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West Kingston Bad Man

Here I am again waiting for it to rain
Here I am again waiting to board the plane
I have been searching for the moon
But it is nowhere to be found
It seems as if it is buried somewhere
Underneath the distant cloud
The sun is going down and is filtering 
 a sweltering heat all over the street
It has been a strange month with the mystical sun
The heaven is turning around
And I don’t know what is really going on
The heat is more intense than summer
And the tremor yesterday cause me to wonder
The climate is playing hide and seek
And it is meddling with something in the deep
Yesterday there was a terrible tremor
Rocking plates and saucer 
And stirring up running water
It wasn’t a full blown earthquake but it was enough
Kick up a storm and send panic all over the place
I have been feeling this strange heat since I landed here
And it is still reoccurring in the New Year
Is it climate change or is it another man made game
This scorching summer heat is causing havoc in the street
There is no perspiration dripping but
 I can feel the heat penetrating from within.
 I am sitting here thinking just about every thing
Suddenly a school girl comes bursting in flame
It made me feel so ashamed. 
What on earth was she talking about,
 I had to listen carefully to her shout
 She vow to fail her upcoming exams
If she didn’t have her phone to make her plans
I chimed in a bit to calm here raging spirit
She listened attentively and smiled at me
When I told her that her exam is her responsibility
I briefly told her about my experience and how I made it to heaven
Before the hour was done her attitude changed and she was sober again
You know that today is Wednesday and my heart is very heavy
I have been trying to hold back the tears since midday
And every time the ideas cross my mind it bring tears to my eyes
How much longer do I have to stay here and bear this pain
How much longer must I stay here and endure this shame?
Going to the beach would be fun 
but this is not the time right for the beach 
When my spirit is not at ease
I really do not like crowds 
and besides I have no one to take me for a ride
I just want to leave this environment
So that I can get my freedom again
I am not used to this scorching weather
I really want to go where it is colder
And listen to the birds singing
And the guitar strumming and a real choir singing
This heat feels like torture, who is the real author
People are walking around looking worn out  
The heat is tossing them to and fro 
And people do not know where to go
The crowd on the street has decreased
And people are getting sober  again
because the call center is closing down
Colorful canopy lined out on Market Street
It is taking some of the dangerous heat
people are shouting in the street
And the traffic is embroiled in the show 
I heard a loud talk behind me so
I turned around to see what was going on
The guy in a red cap is smoking marijuana and
Started to insult me with his dirty talk
I walked up to the table and look straight in his eyes
He got so scared and boasted of his  affiliation with the baddest man in West Kingston I kept staring in his red marijuana infested eyes and said.
“I will stretch you out on the ground I am not afraid of your big gun and your dirty mouth” he looked at me and smiled embarrassingly and walked away
And so it was that my spirit rose to deal with a bad man in the burning sun.
 I beseech you to take me from this place before it is too late. 
My passion is growing strong and I am not afraid of the bad man.
He talks big and he talks dirty but he could withstand power in my eyes
He talks bad, he looks bad but he is a  big coward.
The bad man is really sad

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2020

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