Afraid of Craig

I was outside smoking a 'port the other night, and a car pulls up infront of my apartment building. I was standing in the breezeway with my ass leaning against my door. It was sometime after 11pm. The car sits there for a minute, and the door opens. A white guy gets out and starts walking towards my building. Towards me.

I can spot the po-po a mile away. I wondered what the fuck I done did this time. Since this is not the first time they have been to my apartment, I did a quick inventory. The first thing I thought of was the boy. He was asleep, so it probably didn't have anything to do with him. Before I could finish thinking, he was standing in front of me. The bling around his neck confirmed he was, in fact, the po-po. A Detective, to be more specific. He had some papers in his hand.

"Good Evening, Ma'am" he says, as I am about to hit my smoke.
My attitude automatically defaults to thug mode.

"Wassup" I said. read: what the fuck do you want?
I was surprised at how ghetto and defensive I sounded.

"Do you live here?" was his first question.

"mmmm hmmmm." I said.

"Well, does this person live here?" he was showing me a picture. It looked like a print screen of a web page. The picture was a mug-shot. Of a dude. He looked like a fucking criminal.

I looked at the picture. "No" I said.

He looked at me as if I was not telling the truth. I looked back at him, as if to say whut?
"Do you know him?" was his next question

"What did he do?" I wanna know.

It seems that "Craig" is a sex offender. A violent one. He has been convicted of second degree rape. He informed the sex offender registry unit that he recently moved.
Into my motherfucking building. Fuck that.

Well, guess what? Craig ain't staying here. Craig got.ta.go. Craig ain't gonna be creeping up on me at night. Craig ain't even gonna look twice at my child. And bettanot never say shit to him.
I will kill motherfucking Craig. I got no love for a rapist. Fuck Craig.

I told the officer basically the same thing...as he was walking away I sarcastically said..
"Don't be surprised if you nevah find his ass.."
He knew what I was implying.

I lit another smoke and leaned against my door. What the fuck? There are so many hard-working single mothers in my neighborhood. How does this happen? What are we going to do? This is not fair to us, or our children.
I am scared. Again.

I don't want to live in the same neighborhood as a criminal. As a rapist.
I know what is ass looks like. His face is etched in my brain.
He is scary. And I am afraid of him.--and Craig ain't stayin' here.