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walking down the street today

i was shocked at what i saw

there in the middle of the street

there she lay between the lines

as i turned my head, a car sped by

i tried to mentally note the description

as i whipped out my cell

i quickly dialed with urgency



there she was lying in the street

i surveyed the scene and yelled for help

and as i darted in the street i couldn't believe

how much she looked like me…

two ponytails just long enough to shake

accented with barrettes with the wire hooks

and an unmistakably straight part

a sweatshirt with a teddy bear on the front

and a pair of neatly pressed jeans with new rips

white tennis shoes now stained lightly with blood

small golden studs pierced her ears

i noticed them as i turned her head



kneeling down i tried to find a pulse

disappointed that there was none

i began CPR, and i was nervous

was it five breaths to three pumps

or was it the other way around

or maybe different because she's just a child

with as much caution as i thought to take

i began to do the work of a good citizen

with each breath i blew in

i said a very quick prayer

and now time was ticking and i knew

that there was nothing else i could do

but i didn't stop because she looked just like me



i stopped, and i found a pulse

that's when the emt's pulled up

by now there was a crowd

and she was being loaded up

i was question by the police before i left the scene

on the way home i couldn't believe

i had saved the life of the little girl who looks like me



and now here we are three months later

and here we finally get to meet

i was summoned to court on this day at three

while performing cpr, i bruised some ribs you see

and now her stupid ass momma is trying to sue me.



Robyn V. Evans

© 2002