Pay ATTENTION!

I'm riding in front of you. Hopefully you can SEE me.

In my rearview I see you holding your phone in front of your face.

Approaching a four-way I noticed the lights are green.
They turn from yellow to red.

I slowed to a stop behind the line; you didn't

Only seconds to make two decisions:

Shoot forward into cross traffic; risk getting hit from either side?

Sit and get rammed into the cross traffic; risk getting hit a second time?

I shoot forward; my timing perfect!

Adrenaline pumping through my veins; I head home.

In my rearview I watch as a cement truck smashes into your side.

That conversation you had on Messenger, that e-book you were reading, that email you were replying to, that person's number you didn't get to finish dialing...

Had it been worth your life?

The pic you were posting, a friend's story you were about to like, the selfie you were posing for, whomever you were video chatting with...

How did the traffic lights not take precedence?

Pay Attention to EVERYTHING/ONE outside your vehicle!

Death sits in the back seat behind every distracted driver... Waiting.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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Comments

Fitzy Marlote

That was almost four years ago. I will NEVER forget that day... HOW I survived and WHY that driver didn't.

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