Silence

I refuse to understand the stress within a this specific sphere! When I was eight, I was abducted and touched in a lewd manner. I was locked up in a room with another convict covered from head to toe, only her tears lay uncovered. We were rescued after sometime, but? The blood stain on her burkha, The blood clot on my saffron kurta became silent. Silent and placid as the black night, silence that moan for integrity, and justice. I hung myself when I was a teen, My soul was just intolerant and my body has already changed But the inconvenience, unjust , and mockery bust hung like an albatross around my neck. I was another person now, I was born again. I was jack or Johanne, I don't remember the name. Oh, then why don't you speak? Said the priest, utter peace before the zest. Father; I was caught in action with the same gender and is it a sin? Before I could wait for the justification, some one flinced my arm and I was dragged out of the confession shell, Only to learn my lover is dead. He was 19, he aspired to be a painter, His works were already in compared to haring if not Picasso. He loved my poems and his paintings were my inspiration. But now, him snacted away by death. The bruise on my arm became silen. Silent like an ocean, All blue in me! It doesn't matter what your parse to this but The silence will always mian for integrity and justice.