Anxiety, Spoken Word Poetry


At age twelve with fresh braided bantu knots, She sighed and stared at the red door

This was it.

Tilting her head and raising her hand out to reach for the door bell, In there her Goliath awaited

This time she believed by avoiding eye contact she could do it.

Walking past the now opened door, She FROZE!

As what seemed like twenty pairs of eyes silently watched her from a distance, On second thought she no longer thought she could do this.

She wasn’t feeling social enough.

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Over To You…

I’d like to hear your thoughts? Are you an introvert or an extrovert and how do social gatherings make you feel?

Thank you for reading.

With Love, Jade Jums.


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