I thought about getting a Porsche.
I set aside 5 grand for anxiety meds,
bail,
and the occasional ticket I'd get.
Blew through it the first week.
I didn't know 8 stops in one day could happen to me.
It was as if,
my skin matched with the car,
was against the law.
Each stop started the same.
Each one asked,
if I knew anybody here,
in the neighborhood I stayed.
If, this car was mine.
If, I had any drugs on me.
One even had the audacity,
to pull his gun on me.
No shots fired,
I still exist.
But still,
that moment,
changed the type of sleep I get.
For now,
all I see.
Is this state,
this government,
with their gun on me.
©lamarcus12
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