Offense To the World
I'm scared of life.
I'm scared of speaking in wrong terms, afraid I'll offend someone.
I'm scared of not dressing a correct way, who knows, I might offend someone.
Who knows, maybe its just my face.
When family sees it, the hard words pierce the skin, n' after years
they turn to scars and blackness.
Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016
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