My silence is my undoing
It reveals that I am weak
I am so often silent
That people think I am meek
I see an ugly bully
Shouting at his wife
I quieten down my conscience
And carry on with life
I watch a baby totter
And inevitably take a fall
While her maid is busy chatting
On a continuous video call
What is it that binds me
Why am I so quiet
Is it that I value tolerance
Or feel that might is right?
People riding rough shod
And behaving like a lord,
Don’t they have a conscience
And fear the wrath of God?
Why am I so silent
Why do I feel shame
And I so weak and useless
Why are these excuses lame…
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Author:
NafisaSB (
Offline) - Published: December 30th, 2021 06:20
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Nice write. I don't think quietness is weak. I think when you finally make your voice heard, it just makes more impact.
Your poem has given me an idea to write on a related subject. So many times I regret not speaking up immediately too. Thank you for sharing.
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