Friday The Thirteenth Poem by Edwina Reizer

Friday the thirteenth, I must beware
of what comes across my path.
If it’s a black cat that’s hair is raised
there might be a blood bath.
For I’m on the prowl the same as he.
and I don’t play the fool.
Superstition is a bothersome fear.
I learned all about it in school.
“Don’t walk under ladders.
Don’t step on sidewalk cracks.
Don’t look over your shoulder.
Don’t walk on railroad tracks.”
Kids learn to be wary
just because of a date.
To me it’s just another Friday.
It’s not gonna change my fate.