Target Hidden in Plain Sight

GOD'S natural light.

As I began to panic, the sun was setting. I looked behind me. I looked in front of me, and I was trapped. I then look to the right then to the left. All of a sudden it's dark. That quick. Cars are lined up, and as I'm looking, I hear a voice say,

"Busta -u-turn then,"

I see two cars busting u-turns, the police is coming after the car. They  See Us/Me  Turning away from their Direction .

I was not the leader but was second to follow and there was a third car as well. We all seem to have the same idea at the same time. It's now or never.

Either I sit like a sitting Duck to be killed or taunted by the blue uniforms and badges, Or I put my destiny in my own hands taking a risk to Dance with the Devil.

I choose  ....

Let's go; catch me if you can!

I took off cut the lights off I push my foot to the pedal smash the head lowered my seat found a honeycomb hideout entrance going into Mills College in East Oakland,found a spot parked quickly grab my belongings (which was my purse my phone my medicine and paperwork to the car that belongs to me) I slam the door took a pause to look around to see where I was at and then,

I ran 

I ran right into the dark with the light of the moon now lightly giving me Vision to see the bushes ahead, so I took off.

Into the bushes I go.

I decided it was going to be me or my car and I refuse for it to be me if the police or security come and that car appears to be left on the property they might tow it.

The car won't come back to me or my name because I just got it..

 

Then Coronavirus came into play and I haven't been able to go to the DMV because they shut it down along with the courts and everything else but folks still got to get around to buy food and get staple necessities while we quarantine.

 

I could smell my own sweat as well as feel the droplets run down my neck and I was breathing hard and scared to death

I felt like a slave and the slave master was after me.

I hadn't done nothing wrong I'm a law-abiding citizen I've never been to jail. I haven't a CDC or pfn number attached to my name or social security number, so why am I hiding in the bushes of Mills College?

All I can think of is George Floyd and the current situation we are dealing with in 2020. I think of Emmett Till and his mother. I think of Harriet Tubman. I Think of Kenika Jenkins. I think of my son torian dajour Hughes and finally I think of Reverend dr. Martin Luther King and dr. Sebi even my baby brother Victor mcelhaney come to mind. And last but not least I begin to think of my own encounters having guns to my and my Childrens' head by the  police.