when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard nor welcomed as we bow our heads in shame like an object kneeling before an invisible god we close our eyes imagining the words were never uttered grasping at them as they are enveloped by the thick air of dominance pushing us down deeper still into a welcoming silence but when we are silent we are still afraid though our words are never heard and our fears never expressed we dread this eternal ambivalence this constant entrapment in a cocoon of hierarchal submission which only serves to validate their control imprisoning us in a constant struggle against ourselves against our words so it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive.
Reason for writing:
I am so sick and tired of this hierarchy we call society.
Words are power. I say live on and speak freely...who cares
if people don't agree with you. Just never give up this
power.
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