Mind is playing games with me

I walk down a dark secluded path

I walk past the lamppost shining bright orange light

“Paki”

I turned around

No one’s there

I turned to my front

No one’s there

It’s my mind playing tricks with me

 

I walk down the lonely path

I walk past the an isolated road sign

“Gay boy”

I fall face first

In the black opaque puddle

I turned around

No one’s there

I look ahead

No one’s there

It’s my mind playing tricks with me.

 

I walk down the lonely cold path

I through the narrow secluded alleyway

Like I was in a Halloween scene

“Nigger”

I felt soft sharp thump

I turned around

No one’s there

I turned to the front

No one’s there

It’s my mind playing tricks with me.

 

I walk up a cold dark lonely hill

I walk along the sticky muddy path

“Coon”, “Spearchucker” “Golliwog”

A sharp thud trip me off my feet

On my front face first in a pile of mud

I turned around

No one’s there

I turned to my front

No one’s there

I’m stuck where I am

It’s my mind playing tricks with me.

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