“1 2 3 CHECK! Can you hear me?
Can anybody hear me? Is this thing on?
Oh, wait there is no mic.
Well for those who can hear my silence,
Come a little closer just to make sure,
Cause these concrete walls really do block off the world”
She lives in a well, surrounded by concrete walls and no way out.
Not a door. Not a window. The only way to look is up.
But these walls are so tall that all she sees is darkness.
Hoping that maybe God is looking through that peep hole up top.
Time goes on, life goes onand she stays there losing hope but staying calm.
Letting go.
Maybe heaven is down below and hell is up in the clouds.
Maybe that's why God hasn't helped her.
Maybe the devil is the one looking at her through the peep hole.
Whatever it is she doesn't care no more.
All she wants to do is survive.
In the silence, silence nobody hears.
Can you hear through the concrete walls that child that wailed?
No you can't, 'cause it’s too late, she lost her fate
Her momma already turned the lights off on her.
Yeah she goes to bed telling her ma to kiss her good night,
So the bed bugs won't bite.
Or maybe a lullaby intoxicated with lies,
or a story, “Anything Ma! Just to let me have your time”.
No the doors are closed now. Thrown in a well she’s all alone.
Her body turned into stone, her Ma must be Medusa’s clone.
Staring through gloss at the glow in dark stars hanging off her ceiling.
“Shut up little girl, don't you cry,
momma ain't gonna buy you a mockingbird
Cause you the stupidest kid on this Earth.”
Yeah the silence is too quiet now.
The silence from the pushes and the shoves in the hall,
As they play her like a rag doll,
When she's walking in line with her class.
“What's the rule: One hand on the lip the other on the hip”
The teacher yells from the front.
One hand on the lip.
The lip.
That's what the bullies said to her.
“No tattle tailing, no snitching
if you do then we're going to come at you bitching
until your glitching and twitching
So keep one hand on the lips”.
The lips that never kissed daddy's cheek,
because in the middle of the night as she sleeps
and dreams of broken birds flying deep,
birds nobody would hear weep,
as they dream of a twisted fantasy.
A dream of buying herself a new Momma
cause the one you got right now is a train-wreck.
Or a dream about burning the house down just for the heck.
As she sleeps in her dream she hears the front door bang
and the first thought in her head goes 'oh, Daddy's home'.
She awakes. Getting up to give him a hug
even though all she wants to give him is a shrug.
But just as she is about to open the door that Ma closed on her.
She hears yelling, screaming, kicking, punching,
and she knows that their at each others throats
by now all she wants is her own boat.
She gives it a second thought,
“No I never wanted to be in the middle as they fought”
and so she turns back to rot.
She covers herself with her blanket,
and deafen away the yelling with the pillow
that she wishes were a marshmallow.
As she covered her ears with those minuscule hands
she lost hold of that mic that was there.
Now even her silence of what seems to be centuries old
goes unheard of as she lies in a dark well
surrounded by concrete walls.
“1 2 3, Check, nobody can hear me,
Mommy...Daddy....not a body”
