XII
written by: Dewayne Alexander Adams
@Surewhy7
Knife held and threatened
Against me if I speak.
I believed I wasn’t weak
They say you’re brave
If you act when scared
But I’d say I was ignorant.
Honestly it made me different
It hurts sometimes,
I shake in my sleep now,
Like it still is rushing over,
I feel the stream on my eye.
God please don’t let me cry!
I know it's cliche that I work at a cafe.
