fear

last night

i replayed

over and over

the police stopping

daunte wright

but when i saw his face

talking on the phone

i saw my son

i heard the voice

on the phone

it was my son

i heard the phone click

i woke up

my heart racing

and then i realized

it was a bad dream

the rest of the day

it replayed

and replayed

daunte’s nightmare

the fear

the adrenaline

the fragility of life

mistakes

are not death sentences

poverty

is not criminal

color

is not wrong

mental illness

developmentally disabled

genius

deafness

autism

scared

shy

adhd

dxylesia

processing

anxiety

stress

sigh

i wept for daunte

he is

an american son

and then i begged

my own son

put a note on your head

imperfect here

i am brilliant

but process slow

my brain works

in its own unique flow

i want to live

please don’t overthink me

then render me

among the dead

- patty

art — ”1 corinthians 2 16 max” by mark lawrence