Hands wrapped around my waist
I think we’ve taken this too far.
Incredulous eyes scan the perimeter
But all I see is my car.
My first thought is I need to flee
But I’ve really nowhere to go.
The second thought is of course to fight,
And man, wouldn’t that be a show.
Blue ravens fly around
We try not to get too scared.
She asked me thrice if I’ve repented
I decided she would be spared.
Origins of Native lands
Some still tied to trees.
We give in when we have to;
But we’ll never be on our knees.
We drove for miles away from the crime
We didn’t know where to park.
One has to wonder why in all this danger
I could still be afraid of the dark?