Critical Race Theory
I used to stay up all night
Dreading the terror beneath by bed
Thoughts of the boogy-man
Ran wild in my head
He came in the dark
Looking for a moment to strike
My only defense was to keep
On the light
Oh surely he would get me
The terror, the fiend
I must stay vigilant
Or dream my last dream
Constantly on guard
Aware of the threat
I would lay in the sheets
I would fear and fret
Every moving shadow
Every creak, every sound
I was alert and tense
My heart would pound
Waiting on an enemy
Who was so slow to appear
And as I grew tired of being besieged
The day drew near
I gathered up my courage
To finally face this foe
I turned off all the lights
And waited for him to show
I sat in the dark
Waiting for him to pounce
With every sound I heard
The tension would mount
But there was no attack
He didn't come to get me
I sat there bewildered as
The thought finally hit me
I got up, checked the closet
And then under the bed
But I found not trace, not a hair,
Not a thread
Relieved washed over me,
Then embarrassment, I was red
It was like he had existed,
But only in my head
Copyright © Alex Roberson | Year Posted 2021
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