i spend the afternoon, gently weaving a conversation about myself into the hands of my mother who shoos me away, leaving, going, turning away after i ask her, "how would you react if i were gay?" and i am gay
and well, there could have been worse outcomes, an aftermath that could have broken me further but the silence was deafening and i could not cover my ears but my mouth was zipped shut, no words; and my mom threw away the key
we let the night pass by like a ghost and the next day, the sun was rebirthed; my mom slips me the key to my mouth and i unzip it but it continues to be silent with my voice kept unheard
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Traveling the dusty path of life Overwhelmed with so much strife Knocked down ten times by fear Carrying load of regret heavy to bear Staggering yet no one to hold For men around are after gold How could they see her worth When She could not see her worth
Toxic words as arrows pierce right through her Mockery whispers emanate from within her Should she stop traveling? lay in the sand sorrowing? For there is strength to move on No gumption to live on Suffocated by self depreciation For she got no validation
She was not meant to pass by To breathe a while and die they gave her no chance to stay believing she didn’t have a say
Today she is awake No more crying by the lake For its time she rises above her fears Far above the drowning ocean of her tears Today she steps out Erasing all doubt
She is not just passing by She is here for a purpose Carrying much gold on the inside Aware that she can no longer hide More than just a traveler She has a voice A voice the world needs to hear
Originally written on 19th February 2020 to all those who have been silenced by fear, failure or criticism , Its time to Rise ,it is time to shine,it is time to Live .
A thousand sparkles lit up the sky, All gleemed with excitement so high, Children, men, women, Looking upon, The sky so fierce with fear , Pouring down rain of fire, Ran , cried, screamed Silenced , Silence Remained .
They are The Quiet Ones you know who I mean The Ones who are silenced when they try to speak their minds The Ones other's lean on because they know the Quiet Ones won't say no The Ones who are separated from what they love and put into situations they don't want to be in because they fear the possible consequences if they break their silence
a different friend of mine found out I write.....this is the end result of that, but he gave me much more inspiration...
