Through My Eyes

Scared, panting, barefoot running through the forest. I didn’t know where I was going or who was chasing me but I did know is that I needed to get away, Fast! I was covered in mud and blood as leaves and twigs crunched as I stepped on them. I have no idea where I’m going but god I need a miracle. I kept running and wondering what I did to get myself in this situation. “There she is!” Shouted a man in a white hooded robe. The world is a cruel place. I turned and kept running. I’m not going to let those racist pigs get me. Not today. I take step not noticing it was a drop. I fell down on the side of a cliff. Thankfully my reflexes are better than I thought and I caught myself on an exposed decaying root but this wasn’t going to last long. So I have two options: turn myself in and let the racist s**ts do what they want to me or die at my own hands. I am a strong prideful Mexican American woman. I would rather die than be alive to see what they do to me and with that I let go. I fell landing in a landslide before hitting on some asphalt. Those KKK members must have gotten up there some how how could I forget!? I got up and started running. I need to get away. I need to get to the main road. So I ran as fast as I ever ran before. I got to the last curve and saw some lights,a car; I was close enough to get their attention. I kept running till I heard tires screeching behind me. Shit they’re catching up. I ran faster. I got to the main road just in time. I ran to the middle of the road waving my hands in the air. It’s pouring like crazy I hope they see me in time because I for sure couldn’t see them. Then I hear tires screeching to a halt. Next thing my body is thrown in the air and I hit the pavement. I am barely conscious at this point. I hear the door opening and foot steps towards me. “It’s them. It’s the end for me.” I thought to myself. Just as I was going to give in a person picks me up and carries my limp body. “Miss are you okay? Do you hear me?” He said as he picked me up and walked towards his car. “Please, don’t hurt me.” I barely croaked “You’re in safe hands. I won’t hurt ya, promise.” My hero said before opening the door to his car. He laid me in the back seat and covered me with his coat. I felt safe. He drove away as fast as he could. I had no more strength in me as dark spots came in an out of my vision. I wish this was some horrible dream but it wasn’t. This is America. Where it’s the land of the free IF you were white but no ones complaining when it’s the brown folk picking the fruit and vegetables or when it’s the black folk cleaning toilets and raising them white kids. My head is pounding and these spots are getting bigger the more angry I got thinking how much injustice there is in the world. I couldn’t stop getting angry knowing that my captors hated me because of the color of my skin and my culture. I couldn’t calm down I eventually passed out. My body just couldn’t take it. My mind just let go.