Pieces of Confusion

I’m always told to speak up but I’m frozen.

THESE ARE THE LOUDEST WORDS I HAVE EVER SPOKEN.

 

My Grandmother asked me when I was 15, if when I was a child my leadership was beaten out of me. Well that made me think.

 

I learned to stay silent or else things were violent so I stuck to school assignments and I kept climbing, to get out.

 

She said I worried about you growing up in a right-wing Christian family, with a father who showed no sympathy. Well, I thought Christians didn’t commit adultery.

 

Unless it’s on their wife with crazy eyes whose mind won’t rest at night because she regrets her life and threatened her family with a knife. While the children see it and stay up and get fed up at what was fucked up. They get older and they go out and fade out and turn up. And I choked up when my brother started shooting up and screwing up while I kept throwing up and smoking up and staying drunk.

 

I’m sick of being mindless while our societies blindness extincts human kindness. I may lack clout but I’ll punch out the next person who keeps me down.

 

Or will I be drowned out by the sound?

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