Friday, January 23, 2009

daylight hours

broad daylight
a perfectly safe time
to walk through the streets
after all,
in the middle of the day,
who would start up with me?

i walk quickly
down the avenue,
eyes darting to and fro.
suddenly, a voice calls to me...
"excuse me?"
i look up--

a man sitting in a car.
he must need directions
i stand a few feet away
look at him questioningly
as he says in a loud voice
"don't i know you...

pretty face?"
make a mad dash.
run. run.
i'm never
walking through the streets
alone. never again.


no, this one is not a nightmare. black guy, con ed vehicle, in new york. real life.
never again.


  1. Oh my gosh! Wrong person for that to happen to. I'm sorry...

  2. Oh my, that would have freaked me out!

  3. I can't find words to explain my feelings about this accident... I feel so sorry.

  4. I'm guessing all you could think of was to get away, too bad didn't write down plate number.


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