I’m not afraid anymore.
I’m ready to open that door.
Strip myself naked
In front of the whole world.
Because all my life
I was living outside myself looking in
But now my view is from inside looking out.
I care too much.

More than myself
I care about people
Who go hungry on the streets.
Childhood friends who never persuaded their dreams.
Can’t even put bread on the tin.
And for those who did
are sitting with Diploma’s and Degree’s from University,
But have no jobs to show for it.

More than myself
I cry on behalf of
Slay Queens.
Who sell their bodies to make up their insecurities.
Living in a fake reality.
The need to keep up with their peers who follows the
Latest trends instead of being comfortable with themselves.