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Jan 2018
my mom asks
why i play my music so loud
i tell her i can’t hear it in the shower,
that’s my way of telling her to listen
to the lyrics, to the tone, to the sorrow
she tells me to clean my ears
i reply with the same thing,
no one understands,
silence is violent
to people
like me.
Chanel Tatum
Written by
Chanel Tatum  17/F/Illinois
(17/F/Illinois)   
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