My Silence

What do I want to say. I have no stage.

I am not the voice of the many nor I am the voice of the oppressed.

I am the voice of those silenced. Silenced by society, governments, cultural standards that tell me my voice is worthless. That I have nothing new to bring, nothing new to add.

I know nothing of my ancestors I know nothing of the future to come. Yet I know my silence only means acceptance. Acceptance of the world's destruction.

I have watched the years go by, while I grow older by the day. The world only seems to get bleaker. I have become too busy with the world, forgetting that my silence only acts as fuel for my oppressors. Following the trends the hash tags the pray for this and pray for that. Only to then forget. Human lives are being affected, men, women and children regardless of their nationality, ethnicity, religion.

While I voluntarily continue my silence, voice my opinion when told its needed. My brothers and sisters sit on street corners begging, get killed, tortured and raped. Forgetting the words of the men before me; they may break my bones, imprison my body but they will never break my soul, nor access my mind. Yet I allow those very people to keep me silent.

I will be silenced no more!