Black Calm
Did Adam yell at Eve
when she bit the apple
from the tree?
Im hurt- weak but never broken.
my soul too young to die.
I’m not scared of nothing
but my reflection, my shadow...
I Peter Pan my way through
every problem
I believe in the unseen
the magic of the unknown
the strength of the introspection.
I grow up to survive
I move on to move out
when my fears get strong
i find ways to work them out.
No fear in this heart of mine.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community