Speak

Speak.
A word usually reserved for dogs.
But anyone who calls you that
Is barking up the wrong tree.
Speak.
For all those times you were told to be silent.
Destroy library atmospheres with your vibrance.
Speak.
Because hushed tones can't contain,
All the words you have to say,
remember
this is not a day of subtlety.
This day isn't reserved for the average.
This day is for you,
The one the sun rises for.
The place towards where the moon faces.
Where all hope lies.
You're...
The alpha to my wolf pack.
The queen to my kingdom.
The white to my black.

(There were no racial implications there, it was more of a yin and yang reference, but that would also mean that one of its has a naughty side...not..that it would bother me.)

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