The Recognition Poem by Adeosun Olamide

She is scared
Of not knowing tomorrow
-That she may alone be
With all avoiding path hers
She is scared of being scarred

What would they do?
Were I to hunch back tomorrow have
Or lose a leg or eye
Would sister walk with me
Or brother be proud
-to acquaint I with friends
Or would they cut ties
And care only in dark?
I am scared
For latter I'd do

Friends are robes
That can hide scars or odor
But soon‘ll itself be stained
We must learn to lean first
On our own shoulders
And acquaint our dark