ListenA Poem by marielondon
Are my words meaningless to you?
I speak for you to listen, yet your sympathy is absent. Actions speak louder than words, yet am I still mute? Is there something in my easy smile, that suggests that my skin does not also bruise? Does my kindness to you give you permission to wound me, only because you believe I don't also bleed? I remember how things used to be, when the words from my lips were as valued as the strength of your opinions. These times have gone. I am trying to string together the pieces that have been severed. I am sitting while you are standing, but that does not mean that you are taller. You think I won't get up, but all I'm asking is for you to hear me.
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