If my shadow could speak it would give you every detail of the shell.The things you don't know about me,things ill never tell.They say in my culture its wrong to be gay or share the bed of another of the same gender. Dream of mine carry me, but death before dishonor.Ive had my fill. if you could hear the walls whisper they'd tell you the explicit venture Ive had.But still my family would be disappointed, so death before dishonor.My mothers always in my ear, do this do that,don't be a screw up, give me all your money.Sometimes i wish i could just say shut up,its not allowed to show disrespect so again death before dishonor. I sometimes feel like i have the whole world on my shoulder,and if my sadness could give you a gift it would be an ocean of the tears Ive cried.Id rather they bury me,then take the pain of feeling.i smile and i laugh but behind every smile theres a frown sad enough to bring you down.And Id rather not be judged so death before dishonor
