Hands Up, Don't Shoot

writingsforwinter:

My skin was bulletproof long before I even left the womb.
You can call it the color of milk, call it thick cream-
the police call it protection.
I can walk in the middle of the street and only get a warning
because I can walk the line between life and death
and escape…

Mom’s poor little tree was overrun with scary worms so of course we had to collect them to feed to sister’s bearded dragon.