Short Verse 2 (3)

Short Verse 2 (3)

Short Verse 2
Red hand. White man. I stay. You ran.
I watched you treat every stranger better than the ones who held you up when you were stoned and shaking
Heard you tell my stories with your signature on them
every lie another mark in the ledger I was making
You laughed off my anger, called it drama
walked off when my chest started to knock

Left me with a heart full of stalled engines and a brain pacing that damn crosswalk.
You never counted me, Never checked if I was fine
You only called when you needed a spine.
Now the city writes my patience in crosswalk chalk
Thick white X where your ego used to walk
You step out blind and feel the brakes slam near
That screech is my rage pressed right to your ear.

I did not need to hit you, Just needed you to see
Metal almost kissing your knees while you freeze in the middle of the street
Your arrogance shattered in one bright flash of panic where your cool routine could not compete
That is the mercy version, Trust me
I wrote worse in my head
Where the tires do not stop and you taste lead.

I am not your killer, I am your almost, Your near miss
Your threat
Every time you cross that road you will feel my stare on the back of your neck
Welcome to living with the threat of the wreck.
Now the city writes my patience in crosswalk chalk
Thick white X where your ego used to walk
You step out blind and feel the brakes slam near

That screech is my rage pressed right to your ear.
Next time you ignore a person, Check the street
Check the light
Some of us stopped waiting to be treated right.