Tip-Toeing Through The Long Corridor…

Tip-toeing through the long corridor, trying not to make a sound. Fleeing from the police, not wanting to be found. Wanted for a murder that he didn’t commit, they were only chasing him for the color of his skin. Sweat dripping from his brow as he hears their voices, his heart pounding now while wondering,Continue reading “Tip-Toeing Through The Long Corridor…”