teresa lemair

Stalker - Poem by teresa lemair

I was walking one day
I think it was May
And this guy came up to me
I was hoping he would turn the other way
But of course he says, “Hey! ”
Okay, what was I supposed to say?
He asked, “Why are you alone.”
“Because I’m on my way home.”
I was getting annoyed
My presence I guess he enjoyed.
“Why are you talking to me? ”
“Because I like what I see.”
“Go talk to some other breezy.”
“Trust me. I’ve tried and it’s not that easy.”
“What makes you think I’m an easy target? ”
How more upset could I get?
I walked away somewhat vexed
Not wanting to know what he had to say next
I turned around and there he was again
I was about to get my bat and some policemen
All I could think was this man is stalking me
Then I realized it was my cousin how could it be.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 7, 2006

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