June 20th, 2018
Blue and red shirt with white stars
Red shorts
That's what he wore as he stepped out his house
It was summer in the Bronx
Around 10pm
Where was he going?
To meet a friend
He sauntered for, I'm guessing,
A short while before he noticed
Increase in pace
Increase in pulse
Increase in fear
White is a holy color
Same color as the first car he saw
He just knew
Simply knew
He began to run
he ran inside the bodega
The safe spot
“If you need help go to find a bodega”
Its typical to hear that
Fabrication I guess
He pleaded for help
He was rejected by his elders
Attempting to get away from the unknown
He leaped over the counter
He hid behind whatever he could
A few of the “people” barged inside
Rage occupied their eyes
Seeing him just as he hid
They knew where he was
They gripped his blue and red shirt with white stars
And pulled him outside with force
He grabbed anything he could to stop what was about to happen
The unknown