on an unsuspecting Thurday, last week of March

Well, would you have it?

All the things I did not have on my agenda.

Woke up to violent screaming, 

My neighbours' racist spectacle. 

Left the window open to let the light in --- and the verbal debauchery. 

I could use some unprecedented hatred as fuel.

And my brain slept on campus, 

Dread was the last thing I knew.

Before I started, you know ---- to get my steps in, 

Next thing I know, I flew!

Bike 

and a red light ---- that evidently mattered little, 

Another case of hit and run, 

So the biker left its flailing target and bid adieu!

And I waved back! 

To extend my clause of luck.

I realised my injuries had all stuck to my right side.

The side that means most to me ---

Knocked up knees that had started to heal,

Arms that had lost the charm of 

First time flying off a scooty.

So I went home to my flat, crying on the lift up

Stopped on the wrong floor and had to look up --- 

Ah, my bewitching landlord.

Peered at my tears and called for a meeting;

An enviable discussion.

Another session of needless reminding,

These curiously functional demented rageful nuts ---

"The trash outside is not mine, it's yours."

Crawled up another floor to reach my sorry flat,

Wept inside my room to share my sorry laments.

Only to be met by stifled laughter

And well, a caring enough hug

From a big, giant, hairy monster.

I suppose there is some humour 

In all the corners of this treacherous life.

When I walked up to the kitchen,

Turned the stove for some tea, you know --- to relax.

Well, would you have it

The war that the whites have waged

Had emptied my gas cylinder!

Ah, the way bad days teach you to detach.