Walk with me, talk with me
Please hold my hand
I am afraid
And, don’t understand.
The prejudice, blame
The hateful abuse
The targeting, accusing
The opinions of few.
I try to ignore them
I turn away
I look straight ahead
I hope they won’t stay.
But they exist
They are everywhere
They look done on me
They stop and they stare.
They’re hateful and cruel
Unforgiving, unfair
They lack compassion
Because they don’t care.
Please keep me safe
I stand all alone
Afraid to go out
Afraid to leave home.
‘Please keep me safe
I stand all alone
Afraid to go out
Afraid to leave home.’
So poignant and well-written!
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Thank you so much, Neha! I appreciate you commenting on my poem! 💙
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Hey chica , this is Kelly your hairdresser. I no longer work at the salon. I’m wor king at styles which is on the other side if publix in that strip mall. In the corner. Here is my cell. 4078609302
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