I’m scared
I’m scared all the time
I’ve been asked all the time
“Why are you scared? You of all people who fears nothing and no one.”
I wish I could simply just say “I don’t know”
But I can’t
I know why I’m scared
I’m scared because I’m worried I’ll one day
Be walking home
A little later than usual
And finding myself
Missing or murdered I’m scared because the rates of which my people
Specifically the females
Who go missing is 10x more than any other race.
I’m scared because I know if I join those ranks
My case won’t be as important
As the average white person
I’ll be seen as a whore
My family pushed to the side,
My case discarded away like a rag from the trash
I’ll become one of the forgotten ones
No news sights or officers would ever bat an eye
My family would grieve
With no help from around
Wondering and wishing where their missing daughter could be
Or maybe I wouldn’t be missing
And maybe they found me
But then that would leave them to bury my body
Looking down upon my cold battered body
Covered in makeup to conceal all the damage
Laid down upon me
Before I stopped breathing
So that’s why I’m scared
But instead of saying all that
I’ll just shrug my shoulders and force
“I don’t know” out of my mouth and hope for the best