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Rasta Girl
While running the other night I met a woman with long dread locks that I've seen working out and at races throughout the year. She keeps them pulled back with a bandanna. She also seems to run to the beat of her own drummer, which is cool. She had been kicking my ass, but on this occasion, I caught and passed her. I figured she must have raced or run long the day before and was just doing a recovery run. Having lived in the Caribbean for 2 and 1/2 years, I was into the dreads. When I passed her I wanted to say, "Hey, Natty Dread" but you never know how folks will react.
Anyway, we met when she caught up to where I was cooling down. I told her about liking the locks and nearly calling her Natty Dread. As she ran off in her tie-dyed Bob Marley T-shirt she said, "If you forget my name, Natty Dread will do."
You've got to like that attitude.
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My Girl
She sat emotionless in the bed. The people around her were Vultures, although she was Okay with that, and didn't dread.
Deadly
She sat emotionless in the white room, As the vultures with the cure Preyed upon her between her legs. Eyes closed, she imagined doom.
Deadly
She sat in a bright room; mind twirling. There were others like her in That bright room, recovering, knowing Well their souls were swirling.
Deadly
She sat in the car; a shell. Watching the world pass by She thought to herself, When she would be going to Hell.
Deadly.
Sinner.
No Regrets.
Frozen tears
on the windows
obfuscate the
Stone sculptures of pain
in the garden
of withered roses
Dreadful nightmares
haunt the
dilapidated rooms