I walk on into the night,
with my heart still in one piece and my mind,
and with my anger deep inside,
but I let it not get the better of me,
because there is only stupidity in violence,
and I prefer peace,
peace and silence,
and so, I show no reaction at all,
as I tread this road back to the light,
and as I hear your words continuing behind me,
your last words I hope,
words of which I do not mind,
for they were as malevolent,
and evil as they could come,
being spat from out of your mouth,
after tripping so easily from your tongue,
and sensibly, yes, I walk on,
I walk on but I really should run,
I really should run because around here,
there is only darkness and knives and guns,
but you this time had none,
and bitterness and spite it is a vicious evil,
something I despise,
yes, what great ignorance and stupidity in you lies,
but I try to pay it no mind,
and I try to not let your words fester in me,
and because of your racist ways,
I am surprised that no one has shot you with a gun.