Learning not to speak
I am being taught that using my voice is no longer allowed
I am supposed to stay quiet
even when other's throw insults at my face
I must be the one to remain calm because
that is what I am supposed to do
Never to say what I actually want to
Instead take it like it doesn't hurt
Take it like it doesn't feel like a bullet piercing my skin
take it like a child willingly sits in a rose bush
knowing that they will be picking out the thorns
of others words for days afterwards
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