My Morning

Get up in the morning before the sunrise
 before the alarm goes off
before my eyes even open
I sit there my legs dangling off the bed
Waiting for everything to catch up to my awakened mind.

 Once I can open my eyes
I go get my clothes, put them on
 I go brush my teeth and from there comb my hair.
Put a little liner in my eyes and say in the mirror.
“Another day we got this”

 I go out there and as I go down the elevator
Do a little prayer that I make it home that day.
 Because the city has gone back to wild, wild west, and I am just armed with a spray.
Go to work to help those who need the help and those who don't.

 I get angry eyes
 I get sad eyes
I get wails and tears
 I get hugs and there are times I have to give a hug.
 Even though I just don't have my light to give that day.

 At the end of the day.
 I look at everybody with a smile and wish them safe travels.
 I trudge my way right back through the wild, wild west.

I hope with all the crowds and the noise
someone doesn't decide that I'm just a perfect target.
To either snatch, cut, or shoot because the city is not always safe, but it is my home.

I walk from the train to my home
 go back on the elevator.
Hope, I don't get stuck to be rescued by the fire department yet again
 
Go through the door lock it
  That's my day