byAurora Black©

I wear all black, despite the heat
It adds to my exotic mystique.
People watch me walk down the street
Staring from my head down to my feet.

"What the fuck is this?" I think to myself,
As they watch me move, looking scared as hell
Their eyes wide as I pass them by,
Faces of small children, ready to cry.

There's no need to fear me, little ones.
I won't hurt you in any way.
If anyone has to be afraid, it'll be my child
That I'll bear if I decide to stay.

Moms look at me with narrowed eyes,
Old ladies clutch their purses to their sides.
Sudden click of a car door lock, hey guys!
I couldn't give less of a shit about your ride.

Is this the kind of place to raise my kid in?
Ten good people for every asshole, but goddamn!
What is this place? Why do I have to face
The same shit each time I walk out the door?

Still, I can't wait to see what else is in store.

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