It's the things we hide
That can tell us the truth
The broken words and feelings
That can show how we feel
Even though they hide
You have to show them
And you run in fear
Because of the reactions
My truth, it's very simple
It's not complex, it's not tough
Sometimes people try to guess
So the beans have to spill out
The truth, is so far reaching
Has to be seen in a form of teaching
The truth, stretches for miles
And reveals itself in other eyes
The truth
Behind a barrier
Locked away in a book
Trying to find serene peace
All of the barriers are up
All doors locked
And the book is inside
Kept away from the world
My truth. . . . . . . . .it's something I chose
Something I swam in with new expectations
The sharing of. . . . . . . . .
My truth
Will have to be figured out
Instead of spoken feelings now
The truth, Is, So, Scary
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Being Me: The Memoirs of a Caribbean Child
PoetryThis book of poems looks into the life of a Caribbean Child through the lines of poems that shows what the poet has been going through and how he overcame all of his fears.
