Heart racing,
breath, cold fog. 44th street.
underneath the shoring. we run. Just 3 petals falling faster than the others off a wet black bough.
NYPD. No one knows for sure the answers to our questions. They all just keep pointing us further and further away from the great sparkly spear. And faster we run. 54th street.
Barricades- we can't run right through 'em. But shift left, shift right, underneath support beams, ladders, anybody superstitious yet? We scream for a friend who doesn't exist.
Makes us look like we have purpose.
Officer Mike said, if we run we just might see it - so, it's not fxck all the police.
59th, we made it? It's still - open. But full of faces, some don't like that we're impatient. Some don't like that we won't wait.
Many don't get that we're on a mission - that's
not impossible?
They refuse to understand some part of us is better than what we've seen in passing on these streets. But
we don't care. About what some don't comprehend. Cause the little lady liberty in front of the Rockefeller tree never gave us anything in our dreams. Just false hopes from a vision that was never clear. And here we were chasing another.
A chance of a lifetime ? one to see a giant orb - fall, for what? Havoc. 'Cause,
that's what we're reeking of. So we jump. Leaving our stench on the other side of that god forsaken fence.
On 7th street in the mist of thousands of people, we saw. it. In all its vim and vigor. Zoom is a marvelous creation, 'cause all that looks glorious ?just knows where to shop.
The countdown began.
We got lost.
Lost, in the numbers.
Never even saw the skittle
drop, and it was over. But for a second,
at fence number four,
we thought we heard lady liberty
giggle.
? 2023 All Rights Reserved, O'Dellshae TruVarsha Wiles Robinson El Bey writing as Egypt English.