Mon, 12/05/2016 - 21:11 -- HPeart

I'm afraid

I'm afraid of my own voice

I'm afraid of my own mind

I'm afraid to express my love

even though it's one of a kind

I baptized in diluted water

Changed my voice to appear harder

Changed my clothes to please father

"You pierced your ear?" Oops, let me try to hide harder.

I grew up in a cesspool of hate

Where we went to church every sunday

Where we had to pray before we ate

"You dyed your hair?" Not up for debate.


I live in a world of sin

Where we hate another for the color of their skin

Where we kill someone for who they want to confide their love in

"No girlfriend yet?" Where should I begin?

My world is grey, has no flavor or spice

I should be grateful, I know I should; but I feels more a sacrifice

To live my life in the dark.

Yet I'm never asked, "Are you alright?"


I'm strong cause I've survived.



This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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