I swear the hatred in his eyes could pierce a hole in my heart…
His sly smile displayed his despise for people like me
His questions showed years of hate for my kind…
“Why are you out this time, ALONE? ”
He constantly tried to provoke me with his questions,
He represented everything-a corrupt uniform man stood for…
He threw more questions at me: Just like they do in 24….
I answered indifferently…
I could see my attitude hurt him..
I could care less he was a cop…
My only concern then was just to get home-to sleep...
As he was leaving...he chanted take care ma’am….
Take care- sure. That I should..of Policemen who pick question people like me..
Funny how out of 15 people..I seemed a potential threat…..
Did the scarf on my head madden him?
Or were his eyes hurt by the beautiful color of my skin?
Or was it my accent? Which was a proof for my foreignness…
Perhaps it was the fact that I was a woman…
His eyes bulged out because of the sharpness of my tongue…
Whatever it was-I enjoyed this encounter….
His anger somehow pleased my heart.
Halima Ali Ahmed
Copyright ©2009
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