i walk into walmart, and since i rode my motorcycle to work, i have a backpack on with my laptop and other effects needed throught the day. i walk to get milk, i walk to get cereal, and as im trying to find my kashi i hear on the speaker 'security camera code whatever'. i am the only person in the store as it is 7 am, so i know they are talking about me. i check out at the self check out, which i practice everytime i go to walmart... i always wanted to be a checkout girl, and put my stuff in my backpack in attempt to save a tree. everyone watches every step i take, every move i make, but i get out with no questions. as i leave a police car is approaching the front of the building. now possibly he is one the cars that was going the other way on the highway as i was doing 100 mph, but possibly he is there because they called him. he waits there for me to start my bike, put on my helmet and backpack, and drive off the sidewalk. follows me all the way through town, but never pulled me over. i wonder. i hate being looked at as if i were a thief, it makes me feel like a criminal, now i know how black people must feel when they go into a store. i've seen it, hell i've done it 'oh look at this guy, he is going to steal something.' now i know what it sounds like, when doves cry.