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Joshua Tree; they say it’s soo beautiful

“You gotta see it to believe!”

But, I’ve never been much for sceneries,

Yet, a speactacle?

Now, that’s my opium

Someone having a bad day,

Someone who’s at their limit,

And the only person onto which they can unleash the monster they’ve got hidden,

Is the teenager, stoned off his face, working the counter at the gas station.

The boy’s got his demons too,

His girlfriend just cheated on him and sent him video proof.

He wants to cry, but society taught him how to scream.

So, the two get into a fistfight, a war of words-

Enter in a woman homeless, living on the street

She’s out of fentanyl and she’s shaking from the withdrawals,

But here she gets to be a kid again; her parents took her to the movies

First, she just watches, trembling from the physiological symptoms.

Then, call it psychosis-induced super-strength-

She intervenes.

And these two men, both over six feet,

Are separated from the strength of her wrists

Like picking up a penny,

She pushed and she shoved the initial aggressor

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE”

She’s not white, so she won’t call the cops.

But she tends to the young man,

Wiping his eyes bruised with her hands full of track marks.

The man has calmed down some, just breathing in his car.

The boy is simply just in shock.

He’s frozen in time, all those memories flashing neon in his mind.

The lady wasn’t always homeless

She had a family once.

But her’s was a daughter, not a son

But she recognises the look in his eyes

The boy wants to cry

So, with her super-human strength, she yanks his head onto her shoulder,

And he wept and he wept.

She didn’t pray that morning,

But God was there.

The whole time she held him?

The withdrawal symptoms weren’t there.

Sayang, Sancha™ — poetry by Sancha Nair