They silenced me so long.
I didn’t know I had so much to say.
So, I turned my life into a crime scene
once I ripped off their red tape.
Then they branded me a killer.
Turned my mouth into a gun.
When I only pulled the trigger
for fear of death -in life preservation!
Out of my self-love, for self-protection!
Finally feeling my tongue let loose,
I was able to cut myself down from society’s
tight, coarse, hemp noose.
It’s when I let those bullets fly,
piercing through their words,
-it’s then I was able to freely speak.
And I allowed myself to do so and be heard.
WILDsound Writing Festival 