I’m frightened to speak
I’m not sure whether what I’ll say will make my future bleak.
You say you’re sorry
and I don’t want to be wrong again because of what you do to my body.
I need to leave but I’m scared that I will not be able to stand alone,
I just wish you didn’t feel the need to constantly go through my phone.
You say it’s for my own good
I just wish that I really understood.
If you were an appliance I’d read the manual.
I try to follow your instructions but the punishment you exact is final.
You say you’re sorry and we should visit Chicken Inn.
I agree although I am ashamed of the colour of my skin.
My eyes are brown,
my skin is clear but when others see me they frown.
You say they won’t notice and I know this isn’t true,
that girl who just asked me what my hairstyle is called looked scared when she saw my brow and cheekbones are blue.