i will kneel on broken glass as

my blood stains the pearly sheen so that

you will see i've resorted to my last option: begging

before you (as a woman should be) to rip

the cloth around your eyes away and

i go to school these days & i'm scared i'll get shot

earbuds always in, trying to drown out my thoughts

fall to the ground, let it all float away

look me in the eyes & i'll believe every lie you say

always carry your keys between your middle and ring finger 

never have your wallet visible 

don't listen to music in public 

everyone's a stranger 

you're our child; don't scare us.