You say my silence is arrogant, but I say it's not. I find it respectful.
You say my silence is rude, but I say it's not. I find it is innocent.
You say my silence is inelegant, but I say it’s not. I find it beautiful.
You assume my silence makes me weak, but I find it as my source of strength.
You assume my silence shows I am afraid of you, but I find it where I am humble.
You assume my silence constitutes hate, but I find it creates peace and love.
You misunderstand when I’m in silence—that I am in trouble. But I am in peace.
You misunderstand when I’m in silence—that I am not listening. But I am observing.
You misunderstand when I'm in silence—that I am a fool. But I am wise.
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Lestin Wilson
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