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The Man
There was a man.
He looked rough
He walked the streets late at night.
He seemed to walk fast.
As it he had to be somewhere.
And quickly.
Quickly I assumed he was going to see a drug dealer.
Or returning home from a late night with another woman
I watch the man for a while.
He stops at 4th avenue.
On a house on the right.
I assume a drug dealer or another woman.
But I soon see a young women with a child.
She gives him a hug and kiss.
And the child screams dad, dad!
Just because that man had a rough look.
I assumed a lot.
Who am I to judge.
Why am I out here this late.
What do people assume about me.
What ever it is it's probably not good.
People think the worst about others.
Including me.
He looked rough
He walked the streets late at night.
He seemed to walk fast.
As it he had to be somewhere.
And quickly.
Quickly I assumed he was going to see a drug dealer.
Or returning home from a late night with another woman
I watch the man for a while.
He stops at 4th avenue.
On a house on the right.
I assume a drug dealer or another woman.
But I soon see a young women with a child.
She gives him a hug and kiss.
And the child screams dad, dad!
Just because that man had a rough look.
I assumed a lot.
Who am I to judge.
Why am I out here this late.
What do people assume about me.
What ever it is it's probably not good.
People think the worst about others.
Including me.
Published 16th Jan 2011
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