Lucky Loner

Reflects on how racism sadly seems such a problem in this world.

I just breath in and breath out.

Took a turn, screams , than vulgar

Words I do not need to hear

I’m only one for whom they do not care.

Though they  plan to ignite the high fuelled fear.

They’ll use tactics to cause a terror tornado.



I walk on, breath in breath out,

make no error.

Low flung insults I chose not to hear

I’ll light no match , no fight shall ignite

A thought floats into my life

if I had a group…of my kind

Then oh then a war would be.



Comments which would not compliment

would give my team no choice

They’d welcome our viscous voice.

A punch, a dagger, and then a gun would fire

Knock out.

Last breath in. No breath out.



I guess I’m a lucky loner.