Will You Run? Poem by Praise Amen

I am scared
Scared that you’ll run
Coz I’ve been scarred
But I’ve done a good job hiding my disfigurement
Coz everybody who finds out scuttles
And so I am scared
For how sure can I be?
That when u find out my feet are made of clay
U won’t run
That when u find out these eyes u call lovely
Are actually sightless
That this heart u call pure
Has actually been this scarred
How sure am I
That u won’t run
Coz everybody runs.