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Quiet girl. The world moves in chaos around you, Noisy, brash, electric, and you – You do not make a sound. You do not lift a hand, Nor a finger – Unmoving, Except in your gaze.

Wise girl, You are more aware of your surroundings Than you let others think. Your eyes, Telescopes, Looking far and wide Your ears, Beacons, Searching and listening – Surely, You can’t be happy With what you’re hearing.

Impatient girl, When you try to open your mouth, They are ready with the scissors, And you can already taste the blood Before the first word comes out – “NO.” Let those words come out, “NO.” Let your voice be heard, “NO.” You let yourself get drowned, Tongue cut off, Lips sealed shut.

Quiet girl.

You have been taught too long to be quiet You have forgotten how to make a sound.

Instead, You grow attached To the needle and the thread; To the numbing motions Of stitching cross marks on your ideas, Of sewing your mouth shut Tighter And Tighter –

Watcher.

Little girl, You have learned to become A mere watcher Of the abuse The hatred The madness That surrounds you. In the back of your mind, You are Still Screaming.

And still The only thing they hear, Is silence In the shouts of your pursed lips Sewn shut.

Stop Thinking that you are a damsel Whose voice has been stolen By the evil witch that is society That your protests Have been locked away Like some magical ingredient –

You are the only one stopping yourself From screaming injustice At the top of your lungs From objecting to ignorance And indifference You are the only one Who can make yourself heard.

So, Shout.