
You're not gonna like this
You may not feel me
But I made up my mind
You're going to hear me
You may not perceive this
But you're going to see this
You wont understand
But you're going to read this
You wont agree
And you may feel disturbed
I may disappoint you
In my choice of words
Not written to hurt you
I'm writing for me
So that my heart
Can finally be free
This is an escape from the prison
That I’ve felt imprisoned in
The silence, I’m condemned
If this scares you
Its not meant to
These are my thoughts
Translated through pencil
Thoughts that I’m thinking
Questions I'm pondering
You're not gonna like this
Like this
Not like this
But I have to
About the Creator
Aqeedah Mujahid-Gaines
Writing has always been my outlet. I grew up on lock-down as an only daughter, in a sheltered home in the middle of the hood. I received my Bachelor's at Spelman College. I am a Jersey Shore Native Lenape Cherokee Indian Momma of twins.



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