When I was in counseling classes they said "always look at the feet. The feet do not lie."
I have found this to be interesting, and true.
We scream our truth without a voice It is in our cheeks as they pulse in and out while we are trying to compose our anger so we do not hurt ourselves or others We scream our truth without words It is in our eyes when we see injustice and we want to run and save but we know it is not our place, and we might do more damage than good We scream our thoughts in our eyes Without making a sound When we see the bullies getting away with things we never thought they could Rising through the ranks, becoming our children's heroes Our arms are crossed and our feet are stamping mad.
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