They approached me giggling. I stepped back, reaching the end, the brick wall touches my back.
"Please don't hurt me, I'm from a poor family" -
They began to laugh violently. These five men are enough to shatter a thousand lives similar to mine.
The bulky Negro stepped forward, leaning close to my face. I squinted my eyes, my whole body shivered. The stink of marijuana creeps into my nostrils, I felt like throwing up. He extended his tongue, the tip touched my nose, he gave it a lick.
His both arms grabbed my hip, moving slowly into my pants pockets. Those sturdy fingers reached onto my secret. His friends were felicitating from behind, clapping and shouting.
"Oh! You got two?" he whispered into my ear.
Finally, they ran away, like a pack of wolves.
Again I have lost my lollipops, my favourite watermelon flavours. I walked to the store, searching my jacket for the last cents.
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NB: An attempt to reflect on how the society fails to protect the dignity of vulnerables, pushing them to normalcy, obfuscating their crys.
