and think,
they're up to something.
somewhere
on them is a gun,
or knife, or a plan
to do damage in the world.
you can feel
the darkness.
it's not the tattoos
and piercings,
or skin color, or
the beat-up car with
blackened window,
it's not the language
they use, or the total
disregard for courtesy
and niceness.
it's beyond that.
for most of them look
just like me
and you.
it's something else
that makes you
cross the street
in a hurry.
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