Understanding

 
once I stood in front of a  classroom to tell a story about a
past mistake ,three words is all I wrote
didn't matter  
was the hardest thing I had to do  
 
I remember my mind being on       
     constant repeat  
 "don't look them in the eye"
"stay focused on the paper"
"tears will not run down your freckled cheeks"
 
Hearing everyone's story eased me up some
Hell if bobby killed a cat mine wouldn't be so bad
 
My turn up, walking straight to my fear
Shoulders erect, I slowly read my truth  
            I WAS BORN
Proud I made it through without a stutter , I look up
my teachers eyes are filled with tears  
and in my peers I saw pure understanding