Black and White

Hard to tell if anyone is listening or reading I should say. 1,2,3 comments. Just think if I was Rosie with a story to tell. LOL The streets of Atlanta are no place to be...It didn't take me long and I was ready to go. I met a guy, don't remember his name or any thing else really, he was tall and lanky and full of hope. Florida he says is the place to be...Warm beach, work, lots of free rides. He had me where else was I to go. At least the sand would be softer and hopefully warmer. Miami bound...We arrived it was early..7:00am? I learned in the first 10 minutes that all I had been was a way to get a ride. Girls get picked up faster. I guess I can't complain at least I didn't have truckers hitting on me every 5 seconds. Anyone know what a beaver is? Hitch hike and you will find out real quick. Hungry and tired with no place to go. There was the beach ...what now? Days and weeks turned to a blur. Food was my fantasy and sleep was no more. I looked like crap and all that saw knew...what I had become. I avoided the drugs and the drinking, even though it would have been easy. My shorts barely stayed on, I cleaned the best I could. There were others around but alone I still was. Sometimes people just handed me money, I thought man I must really look bad, but mostly just stares and fear from those who didn't know me. Where was my savior, who really cared, I wondered daily if this was my life. I dreamed of a woman who would come and save me. Clean me, feed me, clothe me, hold me and let me call her Mom. I had a chance a few homes back but the barriers of black and white were up and none to pass. She was my teacher, she use to amuse herself by talking to me during test, then when the bell rang I would say I am not done and she would laugh as she took my paper. I loved her, felt safe in her class. She would let me sleep and when I would awake she would be there. I had an A in that class, she said I was too smart. She was my friend, she cared. She wanted to take me home, and oh how I wanted to go. But no...She was black and I was white and so...... I still often think of what my life would be. Maybe a little regret but still all has a purpose I needed to serve mine, so it was not meant to be