Natasha 9: I didn't hurt anybody!

"You hit my sister"

"I didn't hit anybody"

"You hit my sister, you need to come with me," and he grabbed her arm. Natasha was twice Bills size, so she simply snatched it back, but to her surprise his grip was strong and he did not let go.

"Let go of me, Help!"

"You hit my sister"

"I didn't hurt anyone, let go of me! Somebody help me!" where is the police when you need them. "Help me!" She yelled, a little hysterical by now, "Help."

"I don't want to hurt you, you hurt my sister, I want you to come see about her," he said as he let go, aware that this white girl could get him in trouble, conveniently ignoring that concept that you don't touch people that you don't know.

"I didn't hurt anybody!" and Natasha ran out of the center, jumped in her car, drove to her loft, but didn't go in. She just sat there in the car, thinking, of nothing at all. Given the events of the day, how could she be thinking of nothing? But she was, in fact she was putting a lot of energy into thinking of nothing, because she didn't want to feel what she felt in that room just minutes before; which sadly was the same thing she felt in another room filled with critics, a day that she had hoped to forget forever, but it seemed to have found it's way into her future. How would she get it out?

"I didn't hurt anybody!?" she said out loud, thinking of that little black man that grabbed her at the door. "They hurt me!"

(c) Jamillah Warner, www.gospelnerve.com, I got the nerve . . .