“Shhh” standing quietly, smiling away, the teachers lead us through the jungle of school. Sit down, take out your pencil and learn. Science experiments, slanted writing, and scribbles on the page, the students stumble down these halls blanketed by a silence that has been enforced since they were young. Stand up, read your line, sit down, stare straight ahead and be silent for the next speaker. All throughout my school, it's silent, because that's all we have learned to be. Speakers pushing their pro-life tendencies on me and teachers lack of consistency trickles down into the student's mind while they ponder.Silenced is all I have learned to be, sit down, be quiet, don't talk. Poetry has taught me to stand up, and be loud, but with the strokes of my fingers on this keyboard, and my opinions on these papers, I refuse to acknowledge what has been taught to me; silence. My mouth may not move, but my thoughts never stop.