Hello my name is
Hello my name is Faith,
You’ve known me for years,
My gentle voice
And passionate feel;
Graciously compassionate,
Elegant like Sunday morning attire.
You were my friend,
so I thought,
but ever since that fateful day
you act like I’m not here.
I sit at your lunch table ignored,
Like I’m a ghostly figure,
Some sort of secret note.
I am invisible to you,
A lost cause,
A silhouette of guilt.
Secret screams filter the air
And I listen to your
Flamboyant identities of me.
My name must taste sweet
in your mouth,
like a mouthwatering treat
You can’t get enough of.
“Faith,”
Must be your favorite word.
My name is Faith,
I am not your punching bag,
In fact,
The bullying game
Is getting old.
You don’t get to taunt me
With your ignorant diction;
I define myself;
My worth is not postmarked
By your inability
To respect my originality.
I am visible,
Like incredible hulk,
I am strong.
So continue to
Send your codes of
Illiteracy around your posse,
Even if you deem me glass,
You my dear,
Will not break me.
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