“We know of course there’s really no such thing as the ‘voiceless.’
There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard.”
i did not want to be the one to say it
of course
we swallow words like cyanide
inoculating ourselves against the world
never spoken
never thought
never done
never shunned
these are the poisons that paralyze us
leaving us mute and fixed like an accusing stare
our sanctified commitment to silence
and the busy busy busy hustling of monks
filled nearly to bursting with all the unspoken
a smile painted across our closed lips
we imagine other worlds where holding hands
and laughing light up the rooms where everyone
and i mean everyone
talks freely and often like rising balloons
and huddled children so excited they can barely breath
i did not want to be the one to say it
of course because now that i have spoken
i have made you uncomfortable turning away
to find that place without me or my words
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