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A Little Suspicious

“Come pick up the boys at the my local church”
The baby sitter texted me right before I left work,
It was near so I did a quick Google search,
I didn’t have to drive in traffic so it was a nice perk.

But when I got to the parking lot it was for naught,
Nobody was there, except for a lady and a cop,
I drove by with windows rolled down (it was hot!)
Until I realized I had driven to the wrong spot.

“That’s another church a mile away with a similar name”
She said in her next text still waiting for me,
So I peeled out of there now feeling a bit lame,
I was late and I need to get to my babies.

Then my rearview mirror I see a car getting nearer,
But I paid no attention I had to get my boys,
And when I got the right place then it was clearer,
Someone was following me making a loud noise.

I got my two little ones (a one and two year old),
It was summer and it was a hundred and eight,
My A.C. wasn’t working so I had to quickly roll,
I also had school at night and dinner to make.

Weaving through traffic because now I’m in a rush,
The car behind me followed my every move,
Honking at me like “does this chick have a crush?”
But not now, it’s hot and I’m not in the mood.

I finally pulled into a strip mall parking lot,
And asked her what her problem was,
“Give me my purse back” she yelled on the spot,
She was clearly mistaken or was a lost cause.

“Let’s stop by the police department on my way home”
I told her confident because she was so wrong,
She had already called the sheriffs it was their zone,
But it didn’t matter I knew I’d be ok all along.

Next thing I know several guns are pointing at me,
Cops yelling like I’m about to blown away,
“Take it easy” I said, “I got littles ones in the backseat”
But it didn’t matter I was a show in public display.

Turns out her purse was stolen from her car at church,
So when I showed up I looked a little suspicious,
I told them it was fine so they conducted a search,
I wasn’t trying to be the least bit capricious.

In the meantime my babies were sweating away,
As the female cop frisked me being commanding,
Upon seeing my kid’s smiles they put their guns away,
Because really it was all just a misunderstanding.

I showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time,
Had I lost my cool I would have died that day,
But my babies kept me calm and all would be fine,
They give me purpose no matter what comes my way.
Author's Note
For the Wrong Place; Wrong Time comp.
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