#8

Identity

Tiny.

My voice is small and fragile.

I am afraid.

            Really afraid.

The fear of discrimination and judgment.

            Eyes glaring like sharpened spears;

            Ready to pierce from behind.

Why is the color of ones skin ever so obvious, placing them in a colored group?

Tiny; I need to become big.

                        I have to find a shield to protect myself.

A safe haven.