"I feel like I've become anonymous.
I am unknown to even myself and I know they notice, the signs I hint out to them yet they never say anything.
Silent.
Silent like I was when I touched the hot stove when mama told me not and I faced the consequence after.
Silent.
Silent like I was when I watched mama cry that night, oh how vulnerable she was in that moment.
Silent.
Silent like I was when that old man decided to harass me on my walk back home from school because my skirt showed a little of my thigh.
Silent.
Silent even in my own life. I am a bystander in every story, even mine.
I don't want to be silent anymore, even when mama says children must be seen, never heard then again, mama was always right. At least that's what I seen through my childish eyes. I wish I could've seen through her harsh, cruel lies. She told me to be silent like she was through her life but I am not like her, I am more than just alive.
I will not be silent, I will thrive."
By anonymous
12/31/23
198 words.
