We as humans
Have found
A way
To make sounds
And form
Them into
Words.
We form
The words.
And yet,
Kill
The
Words.
We mumble
Words,
We yell
Words,
We scream
Words,
We cry
Words;
And we kill
Words.
The die in
Our throats
When we mean
To speak up.
To say something
Against the world.
And we prepare
Are speeches of
Retaliation,
And we prepare
To argue against someone-
They go silent
Before they reach
Our
Lips.
YOU ARE READING
Hands covered in paint.
RandomDip your hands into multicolored paint and write the words with your fingertips. (I don't know what I'm doing. I guess this poetry stuff. Leave good things! ~Windy)
