#truthtelling
Quiet as a mouse in a crowd,
But behind closed doors
a roaring lion.
You hide your strength from others’ eyes,
Only to lash out when no one’s wise.
What a bully, acting so tough,
Building power when it’s safe enough.
Now you’re six feet under,
Where no eyes can see.
How’s your power now,
When you stand face to face with your maker?
I’m sorry, but that’s how I feel toward you.
That’s the raw truth,
The behavior you showed me,
And that’s all I know of you.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
I have had to fight my own matriarch for my rights.
I have had to learn on my own to fight.
I have witnessed a woman birth boys and girls all the while boys will be boys.
I have witnessed her loud will to fight for herself but her completely denial of me.
I have struggled with this syndrome of men being more deserving of forgiveness.
They don’t know any better, they are just dumb, we have to teach them.
No ma’am. I didn’t birth them. I didn’t choose to bring them into this world and refuse to teach them right.
I didn’t choose to pass the blame as they grew into adulthood and spewed hatred of you and me and all those like us.
I sat quietly as you punished me far more severely than them.
I sat desperate for the right attention while you shamed me and hated me.
I walked through and protected you while you refused to protect me.
I live with conflict inside my chest.
Do you love me or do you hate me?
I shrank myself because of you.
My matriarch tore me down.
She confused me.
She bound my hands and gagged my mouth.
She is strong and loud, courageous and brave.
She gave me the fire I have inside but she tried to burn me with it first.
She loves me but she loves them more than me.
She didn’t fight for me the way she did for them.
She took up her place as woman but her hand reaches out to man.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC