I fall asleep at night, to the familiar sounds of the OPD’s birds of prey The whirl of the blades as it cuts through the air The sound of the engine as it scours my neighborhood Seeking errant offenders, either real or suspected The illumination it provides as I close my eyes to rest, No need for a nightlight cuz the ghetto birds got me Once our power was cut-off, we didn’t worry tho We got bags of ice for the fridge, used our neighbor’s stove to cook – to eat Burned candles in the bathroom to see The bedrooms – no need, The ghetto bird’s light fit our deed You can run but you can’t hide Hop fences Dive into dark corners Duck behind tall buildings But why? The ghetto bird has its eye trained on you And will always see what you do One night, on my way home, I saw the po-po jack a brutha While the ghetto bird hovered above keeping them in plain sight Lights bright Shadows cast on grounds nearby Blinding him Restricting him Demanding him to keep still While the ghetto bird hovered above – With its spotlight I used to ask my mother for a nightlight To help chase away the monsters I feared… Waiting for me in the pitch-blackness, NO – Was always her reply Now I know why – Because the ghetto bird was my forever faithful and dutiful Nightlight –
Author Notes: Hello to all my coming-of-age enthusiasts. Thank you for stopping by and giving this book a read. I am deep in the heart of revisions.
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