by Candace Arthuria
Shiftless and lazy Eyes always glazy Drivin’ his Daddy crazy. Boy, you on that stuff? Yeah man, I can’t get enough. You makin’ us look bad Your Mama’s so sad Worst child we ever had. That’s too bad, Dad. I didn’t ask to come here Livin’ my life in fear But don’t nobody care You claim to have love, but where? I met a new friend named Trey He promised to show me the way Gave me a Bible And told me I’m liable He helped me find Jesus today.
And it shall come to pass that whoever calls on the name of the LORD
shall be saved…
Candace Arthuria began her career in Corporate Communications and currently writes short fiction, essays, and occasional poetry. Her work is multicultural, intergenerational, and expands across a broad range of genres. She continues to build on her diverse collection entitled “Very Short Stories for Very Busy People.” Candace has published with the International Women’s Writing Guild, the Teaneck Public Library Archives, Agape Review, Calliope, and Friday Flash Fiction. She may be reached at williams07666[at}gmail[dot]com or @ArthuriaW.