Spectacular Me | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

SPECTACULAR ME

Stealthy

I walk

Trying to hard to be brave

I dread to blink

lest they see my tears.

Stealthy

I sneak

Through their raised brows

I dare not blink

Lest they see my fears

That was then

Fast forward to now

Grey glasses

Green grasses

Glasses that shine

Now mask my tears with glittering stars

Smoke glasses

Smiling faces

now greet me on every side

Googly glasses

Dark glasses in the sunshine

I can now see clearer

because I've got mine.

#Pengician

#SSA

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