i suppose,

if forced,

i could speak.

but it would not be sentences,

more like thoughts,



the basic language we all begin our lives with

before we are forced into the proper molding,

forced to sit up straight,

forced to be seen but not heard.

i like to think that,

i am heard,

even if i do not speak.

but most of these people could not see a dream,

even if it parked itself in front of their face

24 hours a day,

seven days a week,

so i doubt they can hear my silence.


most of them.

The End

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