I wish you could’ve seen Jesse’s victory.

Once again air refills my lungs as I am stopped short of falling over.
A quiet descent and reminder of how easy it is to live
And how easier it is to forget.
Our citizens drive by in a race against themselves.
We’re scared of the streets.
We speed because we just can’t get to the next place fast enough.
We’re afraid to be looked at, to be asked for.
Do we hate to go outside?
Under the hot sun, the boiling pot pressure?
It’s something we succumb to.
We are better.
All of us.