I speak – my blood, my tears, my woes
my cares unfold, the hurts I hold.
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I write – I see! I breathe freely
not sheepishly, my claims to me.
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I speak – you bend, not comprehend
the nights I spend. My home, my pen.
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I write – shine bright, despite their might…
to dim my light. My sight, my fight.
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I speak – my yoke becomes a joke
For ignorant folk – my air to choke!
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I write – no shame, give truth it’s name
No words to tame, my restrained flame.
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I speak – my heart, your hands to start
My words, your tools, rip me apart.
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I write – no fear, no lies to spare
No masks I wear. I’m bare, I’ll dare…
© 2010, Caela Strong. All rights reserved.
