I spoke once but nobody heard;
I sang once but nobody listened.
Thus instead of a voice
what came out are tears
which will forever replace my voice, I fear.

If silence is indeed golden,
then I must have been
a golden statue
that has tarnished and blackened
through the quick steps of time
or a yellow doll held by a brute
that’s expected to talk
and be sharp like a hawk
but was stitched in the mouth to be mute. 


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