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

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