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I Ate the Silence
I was a happy child
Carefree, talentless, happy
Jumping around and singing tunes
Tunes of bygone joy and unbridled dream
But they scorned me
They mocked the child I was within
They tried to make me like them
Children whose child within was slain
But I persisted
By God I persisted.
I refused to sing only their tune
Refusing the cocoon of their songs
But the scolding were gone and the whips came
With each Whack, a memory flies away
Heavy groaning and bitter tears litter the courtyard
Croaked voice and battered mouth
As each day passes, the singing becomes lower
Till I started humming their tune
Then I stopped altogether
Leaving only the silence as my precious dinner.
Copyright ©
Raki Lyon
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