Do you know what it's like to have to smile at their slights?
To ignore their jabs and demeaning glares
Knowing that if I speak up
that I will have no backup
See my reaction is seen as
aggression
One that they all love to question
Playing the victim, they do oh so well
Let me be careful before they ring the alarm bell
I smile and take it all
Whilst my self-esteem cannonball
They love to compliment my style
Planning to steal it all the while
Take a walk in my shoes
as we walk to the rhythm of my blues
YOU ARE READING
The little girl who screamed at the stars
PoesiaA collection of poems and memories.
