Silence Me
And change the fact that
I am free.
Lock my lips and throw
away the key
That is what they want to
do to me.
My words aren't poetry
they say
Called it immature
child’s play.
Said my emotions were not
real
How are they going to
tell me how I feel?
When I was writing in my
journal
All the emotions that
were internal
Came out gushing not like
rain
From all of my secluded
pain
So I did the only thing I
could at
Three o clock in the
morning.
I wrote until my pen ran
dry
Or until I hit the pillow
snoring.
Because they think I
write about lies
But who have never seen
through my eyes.
No I will not shut my
lips
Stop me from being a
creator.
Not tomorrow, not today!
Shaquana
Adams is an internationally published poet with a fondness for the
color purple. She is quiet on the outside but goofy on the inside and
writes because the best thing about writing is that she can say what
she needs to say. It is an awesome experience.
Website:
http://quanawana.weebly.com/
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