Joy Lovelet Crawford (December 8th 1963 / Montego Bay, St. James, Jamaica. W.I)
Never walked this way before, the damsel glance around the corner
With apprehension and anticipation, she imagines and plans her walk down the road
This new road, this luminous road.
Leaving the safety of her familiar abode
She sets out with caution, her instincts her only guide
Staying clear of the middle of the road, clinging to the sides
I watch the damsel with keen and protective eyes
Not interfering, not scaring, only caring
I shadowed the damsel from the glare and heat, from the wind and dust off the street
Her strides are longer now, and she is moving faster
Her confidence growing, confident but not knowing
I will follow close behind, I will keep out of sight
I run ahead, examining every hedge, making sure the damsel is alright.
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