You always talked over me
And acted like what I had to say didn't matter
Even in a room where there is only the two of us
Your eyes still go over me like I am invisible
Like I don't exist
Now my biggest stage fright
Is not the idea of their eyes on me
Or their opinions of me
But that they won't listen when I talk
That they will dismiss me
And act as if I don't even exist
YOU ARE READING
CONVERSATIONS WITH THE PAST
PoetryPoetry for me is my truth. This book is a collection of the conversations that I would have loved to have but never really got the chance to, because either the person concerned is no longer there or they do not have the space yet to hold my truth...
