Check my 6 poem by Anna Pickett

1. Left
2. Right
3. Left
4. Right
5. Left
6. Right
7. Left
8. Right
9. Left
10. Right

1. There’s no one there.
2. You’re doing good.
3. Feeling good.
4. “I feel good, dununununununu, I knew that I would dunununnunununu so good du du so good du du” (I Got You song by James Brown)
5. Stop dancing.
6. Don’t move your hips.
7. Head down.
8. Eyes down.
9. Is someone there?
10. Check my 6.

1. Left
2. Right
3. Left
4. Right
5. Left
6. Right
7. Left
8. Right
9. Left
10. Right

1. There’s no one there.
2. You’re doing good.
3. Just keep walking.
4. Just keep swimming. just keep swimming, just keep swimming swimming swimming what do we do we swim swim. (the wise advice of Dori from Finding Nemo)
5. Stop dancing.
6. Don’t move your hips.
7. Head down.
8. Gaze down.
9. Is someone there?
10. Check my 6.

1. Left
2. Right
3. Left
4. Right
5. Left
6. Right
7. Left
8. Right
9. Left
10. Right

1. There’s no one there.
2. You’re fine.
3. Just keep walking.
4. Is he looking at me?
5. Maybe a little quicker.
6. Less confidence, less hips.
7. Head down.
8. Stay alert.
9. Is someone there?
10. Check my 6.

1. Left
2. Right
3. Left
4. Right
5. Left
6. Right
7. Left
8. Right
9. Left
10. Right

1. There’s no one there.
2. Just keep walking.
3. Pick up the pace.
4. Why is it so dark so early?
5. Stay alert.
6. Is someone in the bushes?
7. Remember your defenses, you can protect yourself.
8. You are a strong, confident woman.
9. Is anyone behind me?
10. Check my 6.

 

My hands a poem by Anna Pickett

My hands cause a stir;

They make grown men shift in their seat;

They captivate the gaze of children and adults alike;

When outstretched they make bodies quiver.

How powerful.  How influential my hands are.

 

To the starer down the street:

It’s blistering, raining and cold.

I am bundled in layers upon layers.

I feel your eyes on me and they send a chill from my hands,

Through my jacket

Down my spine.

Suddenly I am vulnerable and naked.

I fumble for a pocket to stop this chill’s point of entry.

As I do, your eyes finally move to my face.

My eyes are met by yours and

All the confidence and strength I have,

All the words I could say drift away,

they seem so small.

So all I do is look to the ground

And send my prayers to the sky.

 

To the stranger who feigns knowledge of me:

I start by saying you know me as well as I know you…

                                                                                             NOT AT ALL.

(Therefor I shall not speak to your character)

On the corner of Cherry and 12th, you see me with a twinkle in your eye.

I know what is coming,

Because unfortunately this is not an uncommon phenomenon.

DAMN! I know what is coming,

And I want to be anywhere but this particular corner.

       I would want nothing more than to not hear this compliment.

This compliment that does nothing if not bring me down and remind me that

I am OTHER.

Next thing I know you are just in front of me and you open your mouth to say,

“Wow! You are so brave.”

In those words, you have actually made me feel sheepish and small.

You have expressed your feelings about me with no real knowledge of who I am.

You have spoken to my character as if you were complimenting my shoes.

I am brave! but not for the split second reason you have conjured.

I am brave and you’ve stripped that word of it’s true meaning for me and made it hollow.

 

Next time you want to pay a stranger a compliment, ask yourself why you feel the need to say it.

I think you’ll find the answer worthwhile.

 

My hands cause a stir;

They make grown men shift in their seat;

They captivate the gaze of children and adults alike;

When outstretched they make bodies quiver.

How powerful.  How influential my hands are.