Past, Endless Walks Lights blare to lifeless soul, by protectors no more. Not again…what’s your story? Pacing through once crowded streets, wandered now by few so stressfully past gilded bridges, gold-lit trees – few looked not for an enemy. Determined eyes paired masked false glee came carried by passing “elites”. Judgmental expressions curtained by fabric, life as usual it seems. Though all old customs rendered mute, my skin still lacked esteem. They cross from street that I pollute cloaking their evident panic. Approached the bus stop discernible, filled seats cleared in my wake, I chose to stand, analyzed behind tinted glasses, glasses searching for hints of a mistake. Looking up I witnessed vivid blue behind their accenting badges. Pair of officers came near, suspicious yet unmistakable. Unjustified claims of suspicious activity, inexplicable aggression, they plead cooperation. My case stated, their doubt remained my life, my worth in question. why? “you fit a description” “we were told of suspicious activity nearby” “we need to check your record” Defined by color, my fears materialized. Conversed, complied, confessed – my appeals dismissed abruptly.
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