Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Silent, No More

At a very young age
They killed my voice
Years of loveless burning flames
slow suffocation
It finally decomposed

But, like a rising Phoenix
My voice was reborn
It's no longer low and strangled
Instead, more precise and matter of fact

My eyes on the sun
I speak with passion
I confront sugar-coated aggression
I dismiss scathing sarcasm
I cut ties with backbiting jackasses

Provoked, threatened or mocked
I will annihilate you
without second thought or regret.