Restricted💬
I'm weak.
I'm a pushover.
I'm a doormat.
I struggle with developing a backbone.
I'm so timid.
I'm so afraid of confrontation.
I avoid being brutally honest to avoid things blowing up in my face.
I tend to walk away from potential arguments by backing down because even though I'm a soft-spoken girl, I know my words could cut someone really deep if I allowed myself to voice them.
I know how my anger is. I know I'm not afraid to burn an entire bridge down. (Not literally)
I know the potential I have to hurt someone verbally If my personal lines have been crossed. But my personal lines are crossed all the time. So why don't I stand up for myself?
Why don't I let things off my chest?
Whenever I try to speak up for myself, I'm told that I'm being "defensive" or "argumentative." So, I avoid speaking up for myself altogether.
The only time I ever feel free to use my voice is through my poetry.
In person it always feels like I have to bite my tongue.
A lot of times it feels like I don't even have a tongue in place.
It would feel like I'm voiceless.
I know that I have a voice. But it doesn't always feel safe for me to use it.
Oftentimes my voice feels like it's being restricted. -J.S.
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Bare Soul
PoetryMy Bare Soul can be found at the pit of the glistening waterfalls where my words reside. My loud vulnerability. My truth that I do not hide. My voice although unheard, my words make it come alive. Although it trembles, my hand or pen in it never sha...
