Walking towards the light

"Can you feel the electricity?" Says a man with a butterfly tattoo, I say "yes." I pass him back his plasma ball. He puts the plasma ball back inside his bag, then he asks me for a donation. I tell him "I might have some money in my pocket for you." I search my right pocket and I take out a $20 dollar bill, then I pass him the money. Next, he tells me "thank you." I respond by saying "you are welcome."

I walk away from him to walk towards a man dancing with a colorful hulahoop with bright lights. The man is dancing in alignment with the hulahoop; the bright colorful lights are super mesmerizing. I get lost in the green light, blue light, yellow light and red light of his hulahoop. I stare at him for ten minutes while I feel the breeze touching my skin from the nearby waterfall wetting my skin.

I start moving towards the right side of the park, walking away from the colorful lights to sit on a smooth carved bench. While I sit, I start inhaling the air around me. My body's core feels strong. The oxygen is rushing into my lungs, then I exhale to recover my consciousness. I am now going to cross my legs to channel my inner yogi. All jokes aside this stance I am in is mentally, physically, spiritually and environmentally liberating. The essence I conjure while meditating in Yogi position is unlike any other experience. While my legs are crossed, I begin to release the tension around my toes. I lift my right leg up and away from my chest, then I move my left leg up and away from my chest too. I place my hands wide open next to my waist on the bench. Next, I pick up my core above the bench to kick my legs up in the air; left leg up, right leg up for about fifty leg lift motions. This exercise I enjoy as a way to release tension from my legs and my core. The exercise also strengthens my core. I place my core back on the bench, then I pull my left arm away from my chest, and I pull my right arm away from my chest too to feel the stretch- what a wonderful feeling for my limbs to release their tension. I take a deep inhale, then I exhale. I keep stretching for twenty more minutes, until a noise interrups my meditation. The noise is coming from the left side of the park sounds alarming. I quickly stop meditating to rise up to get closer to the noise.

There was a young teenage girl laying on top of another young teenage girl with only panties on, exposing her genitals to the crowd of men. A male teenager was also laying flat on top of the bench. Beside them was a bottle of liquor, 80% proof Vodka. The bottle of vodka was almost empty. The young teenage girl was intoxicated and could not help herself from looking like a fool. Standing in front of them was also an older man recording her exposed pussy right in front of everyone. He was amused by young teen girl's state of vulnerability. He was like a starving vulture waiting for a moment to strike.

Her friends did not care about her or they did not seem to realize the potential danger she could be in. I was the only person who could hear the noise. As I was observing the older man record this young girl's genitals, I could not help but feel a deep concern in my heart. For no one to stand up and stop this possible predatory situation triggered anger inside of me. I walked closer to the intoxicated teens, to then begin to yell to them all to "stop recording her pussy!"

He laughed, walked closer to me in an aggressive stance to say to me "Mind your business, can you not see that everyone is recording?" I looked at him straight to his face to say "nobody but you is recording. Stop recording immediately." He sucked his teeth in discontent, then said loudly "I don't give a fuck, I have already been to prison, how about you call the police punk!" I ignored him realizing he was not the problem, she was.

I walked closer to her, while I noticed more of her friends huddling around her. I aggressively yelled "get up and leave the park right now! You cannot be here naked showing your pussy to everyone. "Are you trying to get raped?" One of her friends walked up closer to me to say "you don't have to sound so aggressive." I respond by saying "then tell her to get up and leave the park; she cannot be here drunk, she needs to go home!"