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Wooden Or Silver, A Spoon Can Be Made A Weapon

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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Written by
AbruisedBrokenThing
16 / F / Anywhere but here
Published
May 1
Lines·Words
20·86
Notes

in movies, people always choose the good, the resistance, the hero. Now is the time to make a choice. Speak now, or forever hold your peace.

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#government#politics#society#speak#activism#riot#protest#today#news
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