#endthesilence
When she speaks,
She speaks the truth
Listen.
When she hopes,
She hopes with all her heart
Hear her out
When she laughs,
She can brighten up any room
Laugh with her
When she cries,
Her pieces thought to be glued together come apart
Hold her
When she loves,
It's like no other feeling
Love her back
When she writes,
She writes out her story with beautiul words
Read it
Because when she writes,
She's writing the words she can't find to speak
When she loves,
She's loving like she yearns to be loved
When she cries,
She's letting out everything she's been holding inside
When she laughs,
She is reminded that in reality, happiness is still so very far away
When she hopes,
She hopes in vain;
For every 11:11 wish,
Ends in tears spilling,
And broken promises,
But when she speaks.
It is rare-
She is habitually silent
For when she speaks,
No one listens.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
Please don’t say not all men, when me too
becomes me three, me four, then twenty,
two thousand, too many for boy to be boys
or locker room talk.
We can’t talk away when men power grab
for things they have no right to touch,
with 140 characters insincere apologizes.
It’s time to man up and speak out and say
that being a gentleman is more than chairs and doors.
It’s less bro fists, shrugs and awkward laughs.
Instead, it is not cool bro, and really man you know better.
Because we know better, we know what goes on behind
closed doors, and only dealing with it when the doors are open
is not a solution but a symptom of the problem.
Being a nice guy does not give you access to her thighs.
Compliments don’t allow you to pass judgements
and what she wears, where she goes and what she does
does not mean a free pass.
If this culture thinks silence is permission
than I will be loud until no one has to say me too.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
Told you I wasn’t okay, didn’t I?
Eyes filled with dread.
Hatred for life.
Told you I was tired, didn’t I?
Head screaming,
telling me to die.
Waving.
Begging.
Hoping someone would notice—
the pain of living a life I didn’t even want.
But you didn’t see me.
Hey —
see me now.
Did you ******* see me?
Or was I still invisible?
Hey —
listen to me now.
Did you ******* listen to me?
Then why did I still feel unheard?
It’s okay now.
Silence speaks louder than ever—
now that I’m in a casket.
It’s okay now.
Why do you mourn me,
when I died
because of your silence?
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC