Soft spoken
Meant to be seen but never heard
Laugh like a breeze
Meant to be musical
What happens when the decibels climb
Like the screams I strangled
Louder still I get
My shrill songs finally untamed
Soft spoken you wanted
Gentle like a lamb
But the wounds you left
are too red, too raw
To be seen and never heard
(But why wasn’t that sign enough
That you would choke the music out of me
Till not even the breeze existed anymore)
Author’s Note: This was inspired by a female rage version of the song Labour. Hope that anyone who wants you silenced realizes, you won’t let them become the center of your life. I wish you a world where you can make your own choices without having to consider prejudice and the problems, the fears, and the dangers it brings. Just remember the fight is important but so is your safety and well-being. For more of my musings, you can head to Muses_Saga. To support my work, you can comment and share, or pay what you can.
