The flashing lights of cop cars from up the street made me panic. I began to run from the cops because I hear them closing in on us. As I start running, I had a flashback from being “locked up” two months ago. It’s was like I was reliving that  moment, I was running from the police.

Two months ago, when I first got arrested I was brought into intake. The cops put me into this concrete brick room with brick slab and only a metal toilet. After sitting in this brick room, I was brought to and put into a different one to get a skin search. Once I was in that room to get searched, I had to get out of all my belongings and put them into a bag. I felt really awkward because I was in my “birthday” suit, and the room was really silent. It was really uncomfortable when I had to “cough and squat” in a freezing cold room with no clothes on and a lady staring at me in the process.

I didn’t want to go back to that place again, so I picked up my speed. It took me awhile to get across town to a safe place to hide out from the cops. I got inside, locked the door, and closed all the blinds in the window sills. After I sat down to catch my breath, I couldn’t get that image out of my head.