Violently Silent : Poetry
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  • Reads 2,029
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  • Parts 51
  • Time 34m
Complete, First published Nov 26, 2019
From the LGBTQ+ subjects that some consider taboo to the abandonment of others because of the things we cannot control, this poetry book covers all the things you'd normally not hear about. Everyone tries to keep us quiet. And I think it's about time that changed. For years I've kept quiet, and I've only gotten louder and louder. It's time to shout. So read on for a fun trip through the forbidden thoughts of my mind. 

---
"Rise and Shine Society"


I've been so depressing
I'm making people worried 
I'm merely expressing
And people don't agree with what I've perceived

I'm seeing forgotten backpacks in the streets
And nooses being sold for a $1 each
But people don't see the teens committing these deeds
They only ever see what's on their feed

Listen, I'm just a teen, it's true 
I've got a backpack just like you
But I've been seeing the clues
And I'm not in line with letting kids die blue

I'm telling you, everyone's gone blind
And you need to open your eyes
It's time to be revived
So rise

It's time to wake up
---

Dedicated to everyone in my life who helped me find my voice, and that includes the people on wattpad who continue to support my work.
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