Trees of Me
I am afraid
Of speaking
And being unheard
And being misunderstood
And saying the wrong thing
Of seeing
More violence
More animosity and indifference
Myself in the mirror sometimes
Of dying
Without having lived
Without leaving something behind
Without showing the world my love
I am not afraid
Of speaking
The things that are difficult
My truth, and truth in general
Out for others
Of seeing
The world as it is, and not how I wish to see it
The things that make others look away
Myself in the mirror sometimes
Of dying
Tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that
For what I believe in
In protection of those who follow after me