My mouth padlocked by the expectations of the world
But my hands running care free
When I talk, not a sound came out
Yet I could scream so loud onto paper
Why was it that I couldn’t speak?
Was I afraid of the harsh realities
That a young girl had no voice in the world
To describe her feelings and longingness
To break the padlock of silence
And make a CHANGE?
Or because I was hushed,
to keep my change a secret.
Poetry gave a silent girl, a powerful voice
to speak as she pleased
to make her own decions
to change the world
to keep no secrets
to be .....FREE
with no restraints
its just my hands, my thoughts and ME