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The walls you signed your life away to were never thick enough to seize your Tone of condescension aimed at the woman that I needed to draw strength from. Your Roar echoes, vibrating through my Vocal Chords to the point that I can’t reel back the sharp hooks I continuously sink into my lover’s back. Maybe it’s you I should blame For letting my first “love” wrap his sorry hands around my Throat, lips black blue Red For convincing my adolescent self that the Chatter of a girl was nothing but White Noise, that my comfort lied in the Dialect of teenage boys For believing that I could never find comfort in the Words of a woman – your copious Lectures filled with disdain and the only Words I can ever recall were the ones she never Said As if a woman’s Voice were most valuable when Silent.
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
searching for myself, pt. 1
The walls you signed your life away to were never thick enough to seize your Tone of condescension aimed at the woman that I needed to draw strength from. Your Roar echoes, vibrating through my Vocal Chords to the point that I can’t reel back the sharp hooks I continuously sink into my lover’s back. Maybe it’s you I should blame For letting my first “love” wrap his sorry hands around my Throat, lips black blue Red For convincing my adolescent self that the Chatter of a girl was nothing but White Noise, that my comfort lied in the Dialect of teenage boys For believing that I could never find comfort in the Words of a woman – your copious Lectures filled with disdain and the only Words I can ever recall were the ones she never Said As if a woman’s Voice were most valuable when Silent.
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
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