I am afraid of the dark.
I am afraid of the dark.
I'm afraid of the dark.
Now, mock me if you must, but I swear to you this is no lark.
I'm simply afraid of the dark.
You see it was dark when he came in...
And they say he came in like a thief in the night,
But. If you ask my body, this spirit that pours forth from this well-
He was a thief.
He littered the ground with my entrails
And he promised not to miss any detail as he ravished me.
A minister.
He was sent to pray for me, instead, he prayed on me.
So, yes, I am afraid of the dark.
And truth be told, I don't know if it was night or day when he was so bold and had his way. For my eyes were squeezed incredibly too tight to see any type of light.
And I'm afraid of the dark.
And this is no walk in the park. It's not done for some hashtag, likes or unfaithful followers.
I choose to bring awareness in sharing this. You are not alone.
You too? Me too.
And I am afraid of the dark.
The worst part wasn't seeing him enjoy my body like roasted Turkey on rye—while I was dry.
It was having no family see me cry, no friends asking me why-
I all of a sudden recoil at the mere mention of his name.
And so afraid of the dark was I, that I forgot to live in the light.
So filled with shame that I gave him instant fame—in the spotlight of my head game.
And I am afraid of the dark.
No. I was afraid of the dark. I'm stronger than him and he doesn't win. This is my art and I choose to impart—
You are not alone.
You too? Me too.
#VocalNPM #SpecialK
About the Creator
Kimberly Johnson
Words are powerful. I use them to make you think or to play with your imagination. I am ever creative and never dull- the only knife in a jar of spoons. IG- Dvnmskm Gmail- [email protected] FB- Kimberly Johnson (Special K) Come find me!
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