Afraid
Afraid of what comes
Afraid of facts
Afraid of murderers to come sweep of my back
Afraid of killers, afraid of psychics
Afraid of stokers, to come stoke me behind my back
Afraid of rappers, afraid of all these actions
To take place, place in my torn into pieces life
I stand by the security guard
To help me ease my terror
I lift the sleeves of my blouse
Ready to fight them back
I increase my speed
Ready to kick their ass
I do all this
Just to prove
Afraid is something only felt to God…
Copyright © Louzana Nubani | Year Posted 2010
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