You Will Always Be Caught If You Stop Running
The Jersey devil still lurks today
Except not in that same old way
When the mother of 13 birthed a devil
She never thought that we would revel
In the shadows of girls walking home alone
He no longer shows his horns and hooves
He keeps them hidden behind smiles and swoons
The Jersey girls know his tricks
He’s losing his power and it’s going quick
Kind eyes and charismatic smiles fool us no more
We have learned how to beat the devil in this war
We will teach our daughters his tricks just in case
That Jersey devil gets a new face
This poem is about:
My community