Just an errand

“just an errand”

“ make sure the doors lock mama”

my big sister said

She knows my mind move slower than me trying to write with my left fingers

my flesh walks into her guidance

though she never used it to me as a killer.

“ yeah I remember” I said , acknowledging I'm just as her shadow.

She was my constant reminder, we walked into the splash puddles.

we saw the same men in front of their favorite drunk n love theater

their blunt is as their home that never withers .

They didn’t even notice us.

we went in.

we looked around.

“you can’t get that , your too young”

her conscience had hit her

‘My sister don’t play about no one trying to act like a hitler .

I stayed quiet ..

(Okay conceivably had a slight smile)

The man looking with his sharp eyes , an fraudulent ; decieving smile

“ I’m not buying this for her , I’m the adult”

my sister began to give her unaffiliated demeanor

“ I’m just saying”

he said.

after he inquired me of being 14

I’m 16 with a mind of a bluestocking

nonetheless my feeble braincells , small & insignificant I make my approach to be .

“your total will be 25.96”

never boujee but we got the licks.

My heart rate never went so far , it was simply mixing vodka and eating Hot Cheeto Puffs.

I saw her face an I knew how scared she was

What a blaring noise , not even a greeting.

no wonder I feel crazy even in a bad situation, I’m playing with words . As devastating , as this is

laughter .

I think it’s considerate to my mind.

back to when we left the car ,

“shit .. I left my phone” .

mind racing

the man is still there telling everyone to get on their knees

ruminating in my mind

“ sit the fuck down” his motuh full with dark gums, cigarettes between his teeth.

that’s how I saw it.

tears running down her face . I never felt so blind. It was like rain on your car and you needed a windshield.

felt the man hesitation pointing the gun . I only see him

Did his homeboys run?

Analyzing him

“I’m down”

using my undertone

His shirt shouldn’t even be a shirt . It should be illegal to have this. It’s almost as cut rags with a spilt of fashion , with the cheap chain.

He needs the money.

“ keep your fucking hands out or I’m blowing shit”

“ nigga there’s a camera, that mask not doing nothing but injustice”

my mind won’t stop fucking thinking.

*looks at my sister * looks at me * looks at the man with the polished suit . “ who the fuck where’s a suit at a liquor job” i stay calm.

my mind surrounding with black mirrors with just questions . Annoyed .

Hands feel so stretch out , you’d be amaze on how this could be a workout routine .

he did what he did.

he couldn’t breathe long enough in the mask he took it off .

the black man with the oily skin took too long to open the damn thing.

*my sister stares at me”

eyes melted like mars.

Tears repeatedly falling.

I start to get itchy bc of the dried tears upon the new ones thats grasping onto my throat .

* I looked away from her”.

I don’t wanna be here.

I don’t wanna be here.

My sister has a child and a husband waiting for her at home.

I don’t.

no one is at home , wondering if im okay.

“I don’t wanna be here”I said.

“What did you say , you little spoiled bitch”

“ don’t hurt her please” my sister mumbling loudly

we saw the blood all over his face. I don’t think he recognize he has his face bare.

that was good.

“ shut the fuck UP, Shut THE FUCK UP, shut THE FUCK UP”

he was scared.

lungs sore as he struck my sister with his hands .

*walks with shrugged shoulders *

“ what did you say YOU LITTLE BITCH”

If I do nothing we all die , if he misunderstands me , we all die.

*he takes the gun*

rationally of me

I start think about the days about my step dad and my mom.

“ I see your face” I did think about this. You say something no one expects. they freeze but only for a spilt second.

This is my chance to make my sister live . just for a second.

*snap*