“On tenterhooks”
This feeling this uneasiness unstableness
Fear, the unknown like the first time I learned sex made me inferior
Unaware of who I should portray, who the world would except
Unknown to the blind eye I was uneasy
I crept upon tenterhooks
Confused, reluctant and helpless
To the treatment of lost kinfolks I witnessed
Rough words, hate crimes
Cold sweats and goose bumps
The day I learned skin meant I was unequal
Unacquainted with a need to render recompense
Unknown to another race I was uneasy
I existed on tenterhooks
In a position that compromised morals
Willingly succumbed to temptation
The overcast looks down the moon bares witness to my sin
Shame only comes when knowledge of wrong is present
How else could I say that I succumbed to temptation?
If I was not knowledgeable on the subject?
Moment’s Minute’s hours pass as I await judgment
“On Tenterhooks”
