I am silent
You can't hear anything from me
No complaints, no response
I do not wish to speak
Do you think it's weird?
How many million people in this world cannot speak
They physically cannot,
They do not have the courage to do so,
Society tells them not to
Or they have filthy hands over their mouths;
What right do I have to stay silent?
Perhaps I am asking the wrong question,
What right do I have to speak?
I am but a child, I have no morals,
I have no right to
At least that's what they tell me.
Not too long ago, I wished
To speak out my mind
That's what they told me to do
But the minute I did,
They saw it as acid,
As poison that cannot exist in this world
A filthy mold in a once delicious scone
How dare I
Ruin that delicious scone
How dare I
Wish to be free
How dare I
Wish to speak like I matter
I used to think
As long as there are words
Then the world has meaning
That people can decipher what it means
That people can listen to each other
What breaks my heart is that people
Listen
Only to mock the speaker
To mock the speaker of the years he spent
Learning how to speak
Obtaining the courage to do so
Proving to society that they have a voice
Desperately removing the filthy hands that once bound him
How dare you
Trample on his years of trying
How dare you
Not see the pain he went through
How dare you
Hold his tongue?
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