Silence

You could imagine, No eyes to see, No nose to smell, No hands to touch, No ears to hear, No mouth to speak, Silence… Disabled… That’s not me! So don’t fuckin’ silence me, 'Cause I won’t do that, I won’t dare to do that, Perhaps my mouth can speak, But my hands can write, Everything in black and white, Will soon turn to have life. I am a writer, indeed by need, To write the truth, delete the lies, I can stand tall, fight for the truth, Sealed my lips, handicap my arms, Bend my knees, and throw my ashes, Skin me to death, yet my words, Will still exist.