If you only had,
a set amount of words,
would you choose to speak out?
Or save them for later?
Like all those silly stickers,
that never got used.
Like that shirt that was too good to wear,
that you grew out of.
Or would you use them?
Wield them for those without voices?
No breathe is promised,
so speak.
speak.
speak for the ones who's voices were silenced,
voice boxes beaten,
mouths sealed,
tongue's stolen.
Because you never know when you'll
run out
of words.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 2:46 PM UTC
If you only had,
a set amount of words,
would you choose to speak out?
Or save them for later?
Like all those silly stickers,
that never got used.
Like that shirt that was too good to wear,
that you grew out of.
Or would you use them?
Wield them for those without voices?
No breathe is promised,
so speak.
speak.
speak for the ones who's voices were silenced,
voice boxes beaten,
mouths sealed,
tongue's stolen.
Because you never know when you'll
run out
of words.
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