I sneak by cruel men,
White men, hunting for me
I am on the run
Soon to be dead
I cringe as the leaves crunch beneath my feet
A man slowly turns around
Surely searching for me
I stand still
Bracing for the worst.
He looks around, but cannot find me
I sigh, and run
I am free
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I wrote this with my friend Ry.