My animal instincts consumed
Me. I was no longer master
Of my un-evolved intentions
As I rolled that helpful trash can
Under the dimly lit ledge.
Who will ever know-
Besides my own eager conscious?
No one, I told myself.
As fingers gripped the ledge
While my feet balanced
On the strategically place can.
A swift pull and finally,
I could see her through the window.
When my hand gripped the glass
Instantly it fogged with my
Unsatisfied passions. Slowly,
The window opened -
Silence consumed the air.
Thickening the air with the impending moments.
My feet hit the floor - in a moment
All my limbs extended
To the ebony trophy I had waited for.
My hands were so close to their destination
When all I heard was
“Hey, homeboy! You’re not
Parking that Lincoln in this park.”
So you see, Officer, nothing really happened.
The ghetto doesn't have a hero in a red cape
It had a red, gender-confused do-rag.
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