Sometimes my tears don't fall from my eyes
They seep from the ink of a pen
Sometimes, they hit the paper
Instead of leaving clear marks
Hastily written blue or black ones
There's a quote that says tears don't speak
But, I believe that they do
They speak louder than a yes or no
Louder than the most well constructed argument
My tears speak
Whether they are from my eyes or from my hands
Colorful or clear
They speak louder
Than my vocal chords will ever allow me to
Demanding to be acknowledged
Even when hidden
From the rest of the world.