UnheardA Poem by November GoldYou could only keep me silent for so longUnheard For days and months and years My voice has gone unheard Longing to tell you what I want you to know Finding solace instead in the silent written word; Saying all that I cannot speak Lest you scream out, overpower And attempt to make me feel weak. Robbed of my right to just feel what I feel Stolen from me my own voice Convinced that it just isn’t real; What is it about truth that makes you so afraid? What is it about the lies that make you feel safe? What’s done in the dark comes to the light Your debt to me has to be paid. I have been unheard until now But with my voice today Truth will ring out; In the dark light will shine What’s been stolen from me Will now be rightfully mine. You want what I have, but fail to see That I am the one, who suffered, The one who has had to bleed At the hands of your choices And self serving greed. You quieted me with guilt and unearned shame You stifled my expression and Taught me to conform to a world Of your making; Do you understand now that it is here For my taking? I will not be silent, I will not bow down To you and your army of Deceitful, smile-less clowns. Who is it that you think you are Taking away my light and trying to keep what I seek hidden in the dark of night. I found it now you know And from me you cannot steal; Be forewarned though My voice and what I speak Is so very, very real. It will prick you like a needle if you dare to intrude The truth has been exposed Your awakening will be unmercifully rude. I found my voice today and will no longer be unheard I will sing it, scream it And display my written word; For your eyes as well as the worlds I will find truth to replace lies And take back what’s left Of all that was stolen As I break the binding ties Of your tortured soul and wounded mind and the hell that they wreaked; No longer Unheard, I Found my voice and today I will speak. 09/09/11 © 2011 November GoldFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on September 9, 2011 Last Updated on September 9, 2011 AuthorNovember GoldGreen Bay, WIAboutI hate answering this question. It requires me to tell you who I am...the problem is that I am still learning about who I am everyday, and sometimes what I might tell you today, could change by this t.. more..Writing
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