Everybody Do Your Part
I was somewhere in Harlem in the one-hundred-forties
waiting for the white walker sign to let me cross
when I was grabbed by the arm
and found a head nestling into my shoulder and neck
and I pulled out an ear bud
and heard the aggressive heckling
of licentious things about her body
and she looked back and told him
“my boyfriend will beat your ass”
so I stood up a little taller and looked back
and pointed at him with my finger
and he stopped and walked back the other way
muttering about women these days
and as we crossed the street
she made sure he was gone
and she took a left
and I continued on.
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