I am a young poet. I dont think pf myself as the next Poe, or Angelou. I am just me, working on my life (as we all are) Yet here i am. I am the maker of my own creation. So please enjoy or don't. (Thanks the fun part)
Walking down the street within the crowd Safe In a store with my "friends" Safe Alone at the dark bus stop Cat called Alone walking down the street Looked at by men undressing me with their eyes Alone in the alley Raped and forgotten Scared and traumatized Was I ever really safe?
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