Right To Remain Silent
Thinking about tattooing
"noitatneserP erocnE"
across my back.
Install mirrors on the
bedroom ceiling
so she sees it spelled
correctly as I pray for her
only stopping when
Hallelujah reverberates
down our halls.
Think I'll remove my filter
Let her see my censorship
Picturing a blurred spot
below my abdomen
intermix it with bleeps
followed by adjectives that
proceed her name.
Tonight I won't refrain
driving her insane
exposing raw thoughts
that I've kept secret
Make her beg for silence.
Auditory overload
Can I get a "shut the hell up
and beat it up Daddy" moment
And I be quiet when she
comes around, but
when she's in the that
paralyzed prognosis
I be talking again.
Sometimes I think I should
keep thoughts to self
but tonight, self, thought,
and her will come together
peaceably without any resisting.
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2014
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