i am quiet.
this is a label
that has stuck to me for years.
each and every person
seems to define this trait differently
"why are you so quiet"
they ask.
the truth is i don't know
i just haven't been born a big talker
my nature seems to lean
to a more peaceful manner.
but people seem to come along
and stamp quietness as a problem
like someone shoved you into
a lifetime of silence
and now you're stuck in a shell
quaking with fear.
like somehow humanity
has a default volume of loudness.
made to fill every moment
with the sound of their mouth
somehow the quiet
are the broken.
their volumes stuck on the lower end.
conditioned to feel
like they have to fill in the spaces.
now i know some people
whom their hearts fill with anxiety
when they reach social situations,
taping their mouths shut,
leaving them expressionless.
but i'm not it.
my interest seems to spark
in particular conversing
bring that out
and you'll have me talking.
but stop expecting me
to turn up to your favoured volume i'm not accepting
any negative connotations
to the word "quiet"
anymore.
I'm not gonna sit
in your group,
trying to fill up
the desired amount of babble
so people think i'm "normal."
let me talk as i please.
let me bathe in stillness if i want to
let me simply listen if i desire.
let
me
be.
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Perspective: a poetry collection
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