STAYING IN YOUR LANE

There’s my bully waiting, staring angrily with hatred and blame
I’ve been beaten, yelled at, the victim of embarrassment and shame
Why does he do this, this horrible game. 
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I withdraw into my dreams
My parents are so worried, they beg me to name names. 
I could never do that, what if he becomes even more mean. 
Why won’t he get out of my world. Why won’t he leave me be.
I get the courage to follow him home without him seeing me. 
It’s nothing like our road with the houses all pretty and neat
There’s trash everywhere, writing on the buildings and people sleeping in the street
I go a little closer when he goes inside; I hear his father screaming
My bully comes running out and we collide the tears in his eyes gleaming
He swears me to secrecy and he’ll leave me free of pain
I explain to him from here on out we'll STAY IN OUR OWN LANE.

Fifteen-years-old, my first big party. This is gonna be such a scene
I hope he’s there. He is the hottest boy of anyone at seventeen. 
My parents think he’s too old for me they just don’t get anything. 
I get there. He comes up and pushes the cup at me.
I flush red. My breathing goes quick. I don’t want to appear lame. 
I want to run, get outta there, just scream. 
The peer pressure from his group starts and gets pretty extreme
I hear my parents telling me use your confidence and self esteem
I give it back to them with my nerves jittering and say “I'm clean”
My friends applaud me and follow me to leave
I tell him do his thing and I’ll do mine and we will STAY IN OWN OWN LANE.

I yell for them to stop for someone to help before they flee
They all look at me ruffled, scraped; my purse, my phone gone, but they keep up their same speed
There’s no 911, no concern if I’m alright or can they do anything
How can they just go about their everyday when someone is impeded
I stumble down the street and see a gentleman sleeping in the street.
 He has his stars and stripes jacket covering his legs and feet. 
I tell him my story and he shares his of wars and coming home with sadness so deep
This man of honor taken from glory, forgotten, and left to live in defeat
We see a young pregnant woman ready to deliver soon at the very least
Come hobbling down her stairs, alone and scared looking for anyone to meet
I go to her to find she needs a doctor, her husband is away on business it would seem
She is having this baby and needs to get help right away with no means
Being in her condition taxis won’t stop for me, this situation is bleak
Here we are the three of us, all good people who would help anyone in need
Left on the street, looked at by everyone around like we’re pieces of debris
What has happened to this world we live in that people have become so unaffected , it’s a shame
Why is everybody so cold to each other and only concerned with STAYING IN THEIR LANE. 

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