What she chooses to show to the world is so little,But she lets on that it is so much
As her true colors, she is afraid to be judged
She was never afraid before
She grew up in the “hood”
She was tough to the bone
Everyone loved her personality and who she was.
She couldn’t give a damn if they didn’t,That was her true self; flaws and all
Here she flourishes in her classes,Her giggle permeates the room but she’s afraid,
Afraid if they found out her hidden identity
What that would do to her family business,She can’t risk it all That is their livelihood,
If she had enough money to support their family She would showcase all her quirks and idiosyncrasies And her hidden identity
But she doesn’t and so she can’t;She suppresses an integral part of her,She even feigns another identity, so she can relate to people,you Can’t be judged if you’re one and the same
One day they’ll ask her to prove it and that’s when she’ll tell them.
Until then, she uses her intelligence to dissuade suspicions and perpetuate the lies
It’s the safest way in an unaccepting world.