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Saving Sally


There's Sally, getting sprayed by a hose, She screams and falls, landing upon her brother, She is crying and trying to get away, The men don't let up. She is my friend. I have been friends with Sally since fourth grade, I kept her a secret, Scared my family would look down upon me. Now, I watch her get treated like a pest. She turns and our eyes meet. She opens her mouth, my name on her lips, I close my eyes and keep walking home, I hear dogs barking and police sirens wailing, I need to get away. I find nothing wrong with colored people, but I don't want to be shunned like them, I am a normal white girl, a weak one. A true friend would help Sally up and carry her home, While I walked away when she needed me the most. I get shoved out of the way as a man pushes past me, his entire body wet, police race past me too. I look back at Sally, unsure of what to do. I stop and feel regret swell in my chest, I cannot live with this guilt! I drop my books and race towards her, A look of surprise crosses her face, I smile as I reach her and lift her up. She hugs me, soaking wet an all. I hug her tightly as she cries on my shoulder. Barking comes closer, a man holding the dog back. "Step away form her!" He yells. I kiss Sally's cheek and turn around. "No! She is a person just as I am! If you're arresting her, you're arresting me too!" Sally trembles behind my back, the man scowls, his grip on the dog loosening. "If that's how it's got to be." I close my eyes and sally screams. I feel pain and sorrow. Everything is black, everything is quiet. I hear hollering and begging. I ignore it all. Why be in a world where humans hunt one another?
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