‘Are you OK?’They keep asking me
But why bother being vulnerable
When I know they ain’t ready for what’s coming
They just want a short reply
‘Am OK’.
To make them feel they reached out and that’s good enough.
But
Am I supposed to tell them
I finally snapped??
The lose bolts finally gave in?
But how am I supposed to feel human
When
Criticism
Unconditional love
Tough love
Betrayal
Ridicule
Is all I grew up on?
But
Such are profanities
The Society don’t want me spitting out
Furthermore
I should be an African Child
Submissive!
How do you tell me
Say No to drugs!
When its the only High
That makes me feel Real?
Makes me call it home
She is spoilt they say
All that monetary power
But still Mentally unstable
Well
My name you ask ?
They call me cynical
Other days Suicidal
For now call me
