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Kayla Ross Oct 2015
To: the silent boy,

I see you.

Sitting quiet and alone.

Your muted posture shades you from a world you just don't know.

I could be angry at you.
I could ignore your very being,
But that makes me a pure example of the numbness you must be feeling.

It's not fair, I know.
It's not fair you feel that way.
I wish I noticed sooner.
I wish I let you say.

See, a son is not brought up to be a perfect little daughter.
A son is expected to wear a shield with a solid coat of armor.

You were told to stand up tall and live the life you were given.
You were forced to walk in the shoes of a man who already had to live in.


Fairness is not always practiced.
Equality is a dream.
Understanding is misunderstood
But absence is not the key.

If you wish to change their minds and prove you have a voice.
Take off those shoes your wearing and prove you have a choice.

There are people in this world who are willing to hear you speak.
They are open to your ideas.
They are people just like me.

I see you,

Sitting quiet and alone.

But if you take away their lives,
Your feelings will go unknown.

Your power can make a difference.
Your power can be heard.
Your power to open their eyes can help them not only see but learn.

Your choice is only yours.
No one can take that away.
Your voice is even louder but only if they stay.

Use your voice to reason.
Use your choice for good.
And if you use your power,
You WILL be understood.

When they understand you
They will see your not alone
They will see that there are others and they will prove to you, I know.

Their eyes will finally open.
Their minds will then deploy
A solution of acceptance

To: the silent boy.
Dedicated to those who feel as if no one is listening. I'm listening.
Kayla Ross Sep 2015
In debt with knowledge
In debt with sleep
In debt with freedom
To learn, think, speak

Speak out loud
Speak with truth
Speak to me, I'll speak to you

You and I
We can be
Together for ever
In honesty and peace

Peace is power
Power is gold
Gold is something you wouldn't know.
A little peace to whom ever it may concern.
Kayla Ross Sep 2015
So open our minds could be
To invite each side with a balanced scene

So loud our voices could carry
The righteous solution of a perfect recipe

With the ingredients so perfectly married
Of love, fairness and honesty

But instead our eyes are glued to the screen
Downloading illusions with influence and monotony

The information, as fake as the food we're eating
Served on a silver plate to convince it's certainty

All to rid us of the power we carry
Which is masked with negativity
To confuse us of the reality
That gives us the possibility
To accept one another's beliefs
To agree to disagree
To think for ourselves without all the censoring

If all this was a probability
Our home wouldn't be so naive
Our children would grow into a future of positivity
With certainty of security
And we could all live ever happily

But instead we are taught that fairy tales are for t.v. only
From the same screen controlling our identities
This poem was inspired by the realization that we are all so busy worrying about what we see on tv and pointing fingers at one another when in reality, the importance should be accepting others beliefs and educating ourselves before stating our opinions. Media is a loud and powerful voice but we should not rely on it to shape our understanding and opinions.

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