I Will Not Be Quiet

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I will not be quiet.

There’s a little girl inside of me,

Hair the color of sunlight and eyes holding secrets of the moon

And she sits in the back of the class

And she holds the answers in her head but never upon her tongue

And it is because of her;

I will not be quiet.

There’s a little girl inside of me

In love with the euphoric sound of pen on paper

And she sings these truths in decadence

Without ever making a sound

And it is because of her;

I will not be quiet.

There’s a little girl inside of me

Not wanting to be a bother, a bore,

Muting herself for the sake of blending in

Choosing to remain on the ground because

The higher you climb,

The longer

The

Fall

And it is because of her;

I will not be quiet.

There’s a little girl inside of me

Who hungered hourly for hurt

Who carved out her heart and wrung it out dry

And didn’t tell a soul that she

Couldn’t feel it beating anymore.

She mumbled through the days

With her pulse on her sleeve

And a smile on the floor

And it is because of her;

I will not be quiet.

There’s a little girl inside of me

Who feared life enough to rob herself of it

Who clung to numbers because numbers were concrete

And nothing else was

And she let the silence fill her empty stomach

And she performed ballets to the sound of its protests

And it is because of her;

I will not be quiet.

There’s a little girl inside of me

That chose to give love a try

And all it did was stain her eyes

But she didn’t tell a soul,

No, she never called for help

And she let his words move up the hierarchy

Until they were carved into her scalp

Like his hands

Were imprinted on her cheeks

And it is because of her;

I will not be quiet.

There’s a roaring soul inside of me

And it echoes psalms of sobriety

And it puts melodies to the words

That I held in for all those years

And the little girl inside of me

Who bid her story shy

Is remembering how to be alive

Upon the platform of these palms

So no.

I will not be still.

So no.

I will not be silenced.

So no.

I will not be shaken.

So no.

I will not be shaped.

And

I

Spend

Enough

Nights

Shrouded

In

Silence,

Learning

How

To

Scream

That

Today

I will not be quiet.

Author lifebylexi

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