I learned to shut up
Before I knew how to talk
Because the last thing anyone wants to hear
Is a girl who can't speak soft enough
For your fragile ears
Too much, a pain in the ass
An annoying bitch, loves to blab and blab
I've been called names for years
About my diarrhea of the spoken word
But the truth is that I've never felt heard.
Because a girl who was listened to
Wouldn't shout so others would hear
Wouldn't laugh sharp and clear
Would know to lower her voice
When the vultures were near
Words twist like knives in my throat
Begging to be said, to be heard
But I push them drown
Dragging my nails down my coat
Because I'd rather stay silent
Than have others wanting me to die and choke.
YOU ARE READING
querencia ~ poetry
Poetry"let the moon teach you the art of being a mysterious and beautiful woman" ~ alexandra vasiliu
