Black Calm

 

Did Adam yell at Eve 

when she bit the apple

from the tree? 

Im hurt- weak but never broken.

my soul too young to die. 

 

I’m not scared of nothing 

but my reflection, my shadow...

I Peter Pan my way through 

every problem 

I believe in the unseen 

the magic of the unknown 

the strength of the introspection. 

 

I grow up to survive 

I move on to move out 

when my fears get strong 

i find ways to work them out. 

No fear in this heart of mine. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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