Am Afraid

Am afraid of the pointing of fingers my way

Am afraid of the behind the back murmurs and whispers that find their way to my ears

Am afraid of the pity peeping and the disgusting judgemental looking pierce through my skin and tearing of my soul 

Am afraid of being crucified for the choices I make....

Am afraid of walking in light for I am frightened by the thought of being noticed and persecuted by the same people that gave me soft pats on the back

And that's why I choose to walk in the dark where I will walk unnoticed and my secrets forever be hidden from naked eye of the sun

So I'd rather take strolls at the back of my mind

And converse with myself on how I can table some critics and spears of stigmatization thrown my way from the mouths of sons and daughters of men

Am afraid of loosing the voice of speaking out

Am afraid of being afraid..