Mom used to tell me not to walk; not to run in dark alleys and rough pavements
Monsters they lie but not procrastinate.
White vans stop and pick toddlers up,
Yellow eyes spying for lily purses and bouncy wallets,
Hairy men clad in white washed jeans with guns tucked in the skinny waist
Silent now is the darkest path
Removed of the nuance; It kicks my tail in the butt
—No. I’ve outgrown this and thought this a myth.
Afraid am I in the dark alleyways
Coz a man of elite beginning might—
Swirl round with a locked screw
Disguise a savior til his back peels off
His words like gun pellets
His hands are drunken cunts forcefully whip and drag and scatter my
…the alleyways lights out.