Your harsh hands smothered my words,
A passionate and strong voice now
A clouded, discordant jumble of sounds.
You twisted and malformed my words
Then used them against me.
You told me that my voice
Would never be heard enough
To change the world.
You forced me into silence,
But even my silence is violent.
My voice will be heard,
My thoughts will be spoken,
My words will bring change,
And I refuse to let my voice go unheard.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
