Pistol

Yesterday, I bought a pistol.
The day before, I was anxious, fearing the headlines,
wondering what was happening around the next corner,
uncertain in the hood. Today, I walk cool and will look you
in the eye. Should I brush your shoulder while walking by,
I will not apologize. I am now a man, unfettered, a force
to be reckoned with. I recommend everyone should buy
a pistol. Should you brush against someone's shoulder,
you don't have to apologize.

J.D. Heskin

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