I, Too, Spoke
In my silence, I said, “I have heard”
I nodded with my heart,
I saw and listened- then quietly laughed,
I knew your intention,
I saw you in my silence- all your actions
At times I fought back—I punched you,
And saw you bleeding, all in my silence.

I saw you touch me,
And in my heart, I laughed,
Your daring move,
You are so fast dude
In your moves,
Even without much acquaintance,
You were ******* me,
You rushed, I thought,
For the York, without breaking shell
I queried an intention,
And moves, ably conceived.

In my quiet, You spoke,
I heard your rejection,
I heard abuse and sarcasm,
I heard your resistance, when you looked,
I read your lips, in your quiet, And the noise was too laud,
Yet you didn’t speak,
You speak so laud, when you are mum,
And the noise is deafening.

After I heard wails and cries,
From many more silences and quiets,
Those that needed sympathy and care,
But you stuck your silence on my fate,
A silent decision which I saw,
For in your movement and quiet, I was gone,
You did not speak, but I listened,
And final judgement,
The moment of truth,
In name, ***, age and race,
I knew, I was dead on arrival,
There was no need to speak
But, I too, spoke.