New People Poem by Oreoluwa Sanni

A smile on my face when I meet new people,
but as soon as they leave it deforms,
because I start to wonder,
How organic was that last one?
are they being payed for any of this at all?

It starts to weigh on me,
I mean I already have people around I deem as suspects,
What's it to another new face for that prospect,
and I ain't even up yet.

That has me amplifying the level of respect to avoid an early sunset.

So I stay in control.

Who loves or who's out to get me?
The truth's I'll never know.

But when my mind feels like I've lost it,
I practice self mastery,
to keep me all feeling safe,
Well on the inside at least.

New People,
Please don't get offended if I act funny,
I think I've seen enough trickery,
to stash a frown on a Bugs Bunny.

To get healthy is my trajectory
But you're fine to walk with me,
But please just keep your distance,
I need my personal space indeed.

New people,
To another I'm new people,

I once was you and perhaps you're me so I'm trying to keep this simple.

Love to the new people.