Dream
I had a dream about a pretty girl
who had too much to drink.
She was with a boy she hated-
a boy known for taking advantage
of his white privilege
and beautiful drunken girls.
She was hunched over the toilet
when he came up behind her
and placed a hand on her back.
She recoiled at his touch
but he pulled her hair back from her face
until she was finished.
Then, he helped her home.
And left her with the stangest feeling
that maybe- just maybe
she had gotten him wrong.
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Sometimes even the worst of us does something good, or our dreams make us believe it is possible. I enjoyed reading your poem
Quite the turn.
Good work, Autumn. Not to be a teacher: but you owe me 4 more!