To my left, outside my car window, a wall of water taller than my car and longer than the road I am speeding down races toward us.
If something outside of my control does not happen, my family dies.
My children die.
Because I wasn't fast enough.
Good enough.
Not peaceful, gentle deaths on their beds, after good, long lives and surrounded by many generations.
But terrified, flung and smashed.
Fighting against gulping that one last fatal breath.
***
The bus driver stopped out in the street instead of pulling up to the curb.
Petty Little Me.
Those People were talking much too loudly on their cell phones.
Petty Little Me.
That Person looked at me wrong.
Petty Little Me.
"Zis is Cursed! Zat is Cursed!"
Petty Little Me!
***
This is me now finally taking my 9Cs and booting my own self in my rusty, fat, black ass!
"Quit yo' bitchin', Acquanetta, and look around you!"
...I am Blessed…
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