For RW

By: Trish Demaris-Cravens

A woman crosses to the other side of the street

A man gathers his child closely

Eyes cast about, fearing contact

Eyes full of suspicion

fear

loathing

Little wounds:

a prick, a stick, a nick,

not enough to draw blood

or require a band-aid,

But sufficient to say

You are other.

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