The Running Man

I was standing inside the train station, it was so quiet that the sound off the smallest fly could be heard from the echoes of the train station. It must have been three in the morning, that is when the only other man in the train station, a man who stood next to me for a small period of time began running and launching his body in the air with intense force and without hesitation. His bright orange uniform vest began to fall off his shoulders from his rapid movements, as he would propell his body to hold on to objects like an acrobatic gorilla. In a matter of seconds he found himself at the other end of the train station. With his hands hanging from a pole, he took a moment to align his body to the pole, then took a deep breathe to shout "I am a force of nature, one with God in pursuit of peace!" Listening to his excitement; I left the train station walking up the stairs to the nearest exit.

Once I was outside, I started running to the other end of the concrete block; I did not stop running. I kept running and heavily breathing in the air around me which felt like freedom. It almost felt illegal to be breathing air as the government in my country has steadily been fighting for our people to have restricted access to oxygen. Some of us would wear a face mask- I would never wear one. I remember when I took some time to read the instructions of the mandated face masks and it would read "remove face mask if you have trouble breathing," so I would never wear a face mask because I could never breathe while wearing it. I kept running until my chest could no longer stay flat. I was inhaling with my stomach out, and exhaling pulling my stomach back in as I kept on running.

I had ran several blocks; I never stopped. While I was running, I saw on the left sidewalk across the street from where I was a dark shadow that looked like a bull moving at the same speed as me. The shadow kept taking more speed the faster I ran. Soon, I stopped looking to the shadow and began to look directly in front of me. I was dashing past so many stores. I began to move my elbows with a rhythm that could match the movement of my legs. Up and down, I ran across all these blocks with no ending in sight. I was running with a style similar to a ninja. I jumped over some garbage, and kept running, soon enough I was in Fordham Road. I took a quick glance to my left, and in that instant the shadows of bulls ran in front of me racing past the street to the right side of the intersection. What a marvelous sight to see the movement of the bulls.

The shadows began to grow and spread around me, even above my head. I took a moment to take in the beauty and the beast that was expanding all around me, then I started to run. I ran through the smoke of the bulls, next thing I see is smoke coming out of the vortex of bulls that they created, to then suddenly grab my wrist. In shock but with good merit, I released the grip of the shadow from my wrist, somehow the shadow held my wrist again; the bulls held onto my wrists stronger than before. I went in for the cartwheel, the fury of my cartwheel was enough to release the grip. I landed on my feet in a squat, I lifted my body back up, turned around and kept running.

Another situation that I evaded would have never been done without my patience. I have to keep myself straight in line, so I can never fall, so I can never stumble, only to keep myself satisfied and ready to beat any opponent coming at me. I am still running, not looking back, the shadow of bulls jolted me forward. I stumble briefly, next I snap myself to my center, turn my head around fast, in front of my eyes the shadows of bulls had expanded. The shadows came together and turned themselves into a giant bull. I was not afraid, I kept looking at the shadow, then I shouted "I am a force of nature, one with God in pursuit of peace!" The shadow expanded, covering the top of the sky visible to my eyes, and the floor, then it was about to begin surrounding me again.

Walking Towards The Light

"Can you feel the electricity?" Says a man with a butterfly tattoo, I say "yes." I pass him back his plasma ball. He puts the plasma ball back inside his bag, then he asks me for a donation. I tell him "I might have some money in my pocket for you." I search my right pocket and I take out a $20 dollar bill, then I pass him the money. Next, he tells me "thank you." I respond by saying "you are welcome."

I walk away from him to walk towards a man dancing with a colorful hulahoop with bright lights. The man is dancing in alignment with the hulahoop; the bright colorful lights are super mesmerizing. I get lost in the green light, blue light, yellow light and red light of his hulahoop. I stare at him for ten minutes while I feel the breeze touching my skin from the nearby waterfall wetting my skin.

I start moving towards the right side of the park, walking away from the colorful lights to sit on a smooth carved bench. While I sit, I start inhaling the air around me. My body's core feels strong. The oxygen is rushing into my lungs, then I exhale to recover my consciousness. I am now going to cross my legs to channel my inner yogi. All jokes aside this stance I am in is mentally, physically, spiritually and environmentally liberating. The essence I conjure while meditating in Yogi position is unlike any other experience. While my legs are crossed, I begin to release the tension around my toes. I lift my right leg up and away from my chest, then I move my left leg up and away from my chest too. I place my hands wide open next to my waist on the bench. Next, I pick up my core above the bench to kick my legs up in the air; left leg up, right leg up for about fifty leg lift motions. This exercise I enjoy as a way to release tension from my legs and my core. The exercise also strengthens my core. I place my core back on the bench, then I pull my left arm away from my chest, and I pull my right arm away from my chest too to feel the stretch- what a wonderful feeling for my limbs to release their tension. I take a deep inhale, then I exhale. I keep stretching for twenty more minutes, until a noise interrups my meditation. The noise is coming from the left side of the park sounds alarming. I quickly stop meditating to rise up to get closer to the noise.

There was a young teenage girl laying on top of another young teenage girl with only panties on, exposing her genitals to the crowd of men. A male teenager was also laying flat on top of the bench. Beside them was a bottle of liquor, 80% proof Vodka. The bottle of vodka was almost empty. The young teenage girl was intoxicated and could not help herself from looking like a fool. Standing in front of them was also an older man recording her exposed pussy right in front of everyone. He was amused by young teen girl's state of vulnerability. He was like a starving vulture waiting for a moment to strike.

Her friends did not care about her or they did not seem to realize the potential danger she could be in. I was the only person who could hear the noise. As I was observing the older man record this young girl's genitals, I could not help but feel a deep concern in my heart. For no one to stand up and stop this possible predatory situation triggered anger inside of me. I walked closer to the intoxicated teens, to then begin to yell to them all to "stop recording her pussy!"

He laughed, walked closer to me in an aggressive stance to say to me "Mind your business, can you not see that everyone is recording?" I looked at him straight to his face to say "nobody but you is recording. Stop recording immediately." He sucked his teeth in discontent, then said loudly "I don't give a fuck, I have already been to prison, how about you call the police punk!" I ignored him realizing he was not the problem, she was.

I walked closer to her, while I noticed more of her friends huddling around her. I aggressively yelled "get up and leave the park right now! You cannot be here naked showing your pussy to everyone. "Are you trying to get raped?" One of her friends walked up closer to me to say "you don't have to sound so aggressive." I respond by saying "then tell her to get up and leave the park; she cannot be here drunk, she needs to go home!"

Mango

It's Friday night and I am ready to have fun in downtown Manhattan. As the story goes, it all goes down in the bar at night. Tonight, I feel like dancing, drinking, meeting somebody new and having loads of fun. I am going lone-ranger tonight, as I am ready for an adventure.

*Clack* *Clack* *Clack* is the sound my heels make as I walk to the entrance of The Fat Black Pussycat. The bouncer stops me, I show him my ID, he smiles and says "go in baby, who is next?"

I smile at him, to show patronage, and steadily walk into the bar. Once inside the bar, I can't help notice all the sexy people partying it up. They all notice my entrance- I try to not let it go over my head.

The Fat Black Pussycat is not too packed yet, quite a good amount of people in here. I sit on the nearest stool by the bar, but then they start playing "Nunnadet Shit by Asian Doll," so I naturally get up and start to jam and sing along with the lyrics.

I bop my head, my hips, all of my body to this song. I start to shout the lyrics "I don't give a fuck 'bout none of that shit, Bout none of that shit, I don't give a fuck bout none of that shit, Bout none of that shit, Nigga want war, just say that, uh,Where I'm from, we don't play that, uh (what?)."

What a good feeling it is to be in a bar that plays the type of music you love to listen to. The song ends. Next thing you know I catch myself in a conversation with this fine sexy yummy man, wow, he is such eye Tamarind.

He says to me, "what is your name baby?"

I respond "my friends call me Heaven, but you can call me Trouble, tonight." He says "I like your poetry Trouble, but how about I call you Heaven, if that really is your real name." I respond "how many names do people have post-pandemic anyways?" He says "too many for me to take notice -Heaven you can call me Anthony."

Next, I say " what a lovely name, for a handsome man, care to have a drink with me?" He then tells me "that would be my pleasure, in fact, I am actually carrying Bacardi with me right now, it's in my pocket, in a brown paper bag."

I tell him "how did you get that in here with the bouncer in the front of the bar; and yes, let me get a little sip of that please." He replies "the bouncer is my home-boy; I have known him since the fifth grade."

He takes the brown paper bag from his jeans pocket to hand me the Bacardi. I take the Bacardi. Then, I tell him "may I press my lips on the bottle, or should I waterfall?" He replies "you can press your lips on the Bacardi only if you're going to let me kiss your lips after." I don't respond as a sign of disapproval, then I proceed to waterfall the Bacardi. He says "well that says it all does it not."

I tell him "thank you for the sip, here you go Anthony." I pass him back his Bacardi inside the brown paper bag. He takes it- he pushes the Bacardi out of the brown paper bag to press his lips on the lid for a sip." He closes the bottle, and puts the brown paper bag back into his jeans pocket. He then exclaims humorously "ahh, it's as refreshing as liquor shall be. May I dance with you Heaven?" I reply "for sure."

We hit the dance floor for about four songs. The energy in the room is pure bliss. His body was moving with mine perfectly sensual, and with good rhythm. He placed his hands on my waist, while his pelvis would compliment the movement of my hips. I dared to twerk on him for all four songs. The whole time I pressed my ass on his pelvis, I could feel his penis press on the indents of my ass-crack. His gentle dance strokes on my ass with his dick had my pussy dripping wet. If he had slid his hand inside my minidress he would have felt how his moves made my pussy drip. Indeed, he was a gentleman, slowly rubbing his hard dick on my ass-crack as I bounced my ass faster on him. Dancing with Anthony felt like having sex on the dance floor. Finally, I pulled my body away from his, which led him to grab me by my wrist and my waist to pull my breasts towards his chest. I placed my small hands on his chest, while he seductively put his lips near my ear and his hands near my ass and waist. He said "Let me kiss you Heaven." Even though my body was aroused, I had to decline. I could not risk getting anyone too involved into my lone-ranger adventure.

In my mind, I agreed to dance with him, not to kiss him. I put some force on his chest to push him away from my breasts and seductively said "thank you for the dance; I have to go now." Then, I proceeded to walk out of the dance-floor to head to the exit. Anthony began to follow me. As I was stepping out of the bar, looking like a real life Oshun, he raised his voice to say "wait for me Heaven!" I did not respond. I kept walking out. I waved goodbye to the bouncer and said "thank you for your hospitality," the bouncer said "you are welcome darling."

Next thing you know I was crossing the street from the side of the bar heading towards the West 4th St Trains station to possibly go home. I look to my left side and Anthony was there.

He stops, steps in front of me, he puts his hands on my shoulders and says fervidly "wait a minute Heaven, I need your number, the way you danced with me was magic, I never danced with no girl like that before. You make me feel a sensation of comfort I have never felt with no other girl. This is not the liquor talking. I need to see you again. I like you alot, and I am hopeful one day I can call you my girl." I gently place my hands on his wrists lowering them, removing his hands from my shoulders and say "put your phone up, my cellphone number is 347-874-4567." Smiling, I say "I genuinely enjoy dancing with you, and my desire is to dance with you again." He pulls his cellphone out of his pocket, proceeds to add my number, then he says, "alright, may I walk with you." I respond "for sure."

We walk around the West Village romantically with his hands on my waist, and my hands on his for about twenty-five minutes. We stop walking around to sit down on a bench inside a closed park with an open gate. While he sits, I sit on top of him facing him, then we embrace into each others arms. I take a doting look at Anthony and say "this would be significantly greater of a night if we had some tasty mangos to eat right now." His artless response is "that would be tasty, as a matter of fact take a look to the bottom right behind you." He lets go of my waist to point with his hand at a suspicious package wrapped in brown paper on the pavement, inside of the park. I look at him with curiosity for a moment, then I ask "do you know what is inside?" He replies "yes, I do. The mangos you want are inside the box. There are two for you, and two for me." I reply with a low tone "seriously?" He says "I will get up and show you myself what is inside the brown package." He stands up while holding me from my ass and back; my legs are open and in between his abdominal muscles; my panties are soaked. Next, he places me on the bench to sit, I moan in sexual arousal. He walks away from me to pick up the mysterious brown package, then he walks back, sits next to me and opens the package. To my surprise, there are exactly four mangos inside. I stare at him with fondness. He gives me one mango and then places the brown package to the empty left side of the bench. He says me "get on top me Heaven." I reply with a titillating voice "okay Anthony." As I cross my legs to sit on top of Anthony, he begins to grab me by my back and says "feed me that mango baby." While biting my lip, I reply "for sure."