The Beauty of Silence Learned Over and Over
No one understands the beauty of being silent more than I.
I have learned the lesson so many times.
Over and over and over.
And yet, here I am,
Fuming mad.
The little angry
Dude inside
Screaming for
Me to Right a
Wrong; not
My business
As usual.
Injustice will
Be the Death
Of me. Or at
Least the death
Of some of
My Opportunities.
I am
Ready
To Scream
The Truth,
Maiming
Myself
With
My
Mouth
For the
Zillionth Time….
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