I feel like crawling back into my shell
Embarrassed and ashamed
The world asked me who I am
What are you doing here
Why do you pick
the crumbs off this table?
I looked here and there
Stunned and silenced
Scarcely could muster a word
Forgot I had language
The harsh voice rendered me dumb
I doubted myself, my right
To be here
What was I doing here, I wondered
I looked around
Embarrassed and ashamed
Not even able
To remember my name.
~Me
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 1:25 am
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