Freedom. I bite my tongue to the sound of that word. So hard until it draws blood. That taste of ancestors who distinguished right from wrong. It reminds me. Suffering and sadness is no rare occasion, this happens everyday, though we do nothing. We hide the taste with sweeteners and sugar. Labels trying to encourage us to buy them. And when that taste of blood is felt again, we say words of "it will heal" and "no worries".
Let us not forget that taste of our ancestors. They changed the world for better, though better still tomorrow could be. Human rights being denied, hurting over health, laws over love, Brothers, Sisters, Siblings, Children of The World living in fear and phobia of what may come. I will not let that taste put me off anymore.
Do not make a subject taboo or awkward just because you refuse to acknowledge it. Liberty means freedom, yet you deny it by interrupting those who crave it. Just because you do not taste the taste, does not give you the right to "heal" others'.
Take responsibility for issues, for companies making those labels, the labels they make you buy. The labels you bought. Do not sit back eating that sugar, that false sweetness you bought with your own naïve and gullible heart. Instead, use your voice for those who cant, who wont, who are too afraid to. Because together, we will make that taste known.
~Eris~
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Poésiehere's where the question 'is she ok?' comes into play. see here a little collection of all the descriptions and mini-stories i write in my free time as well as in school. enjoyyyyy. Eris xx
