04/23/2015 19:21




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.