Where were you
When she lost her voice
The first time?
When the world
Told her that she couldnât
You stepped aside
Wondering, watching
But not interfering
Because that would be too hard.
Too much blame
Is piled on people
Before theyâve even bloomed.
Because now she sounds like springtime
And she writes like water.
She builds opinions
Like bridges
And pulled power from
The scorn that used to keep
Her numb.
Silence is violence
When mouths are sewn shut
By dismissal
And the ink of rewritten history.
You talk so much game
For someone who
Shuts down the most
Magical person Iâve ever met.
And when the reckoning comesâ
(which it will,
because even seeds remember
who tried to bury them)
she wonât need your apology.
Sheâll be too busy
growing forests
from every ânoâ
you thought
would silence her.
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River and Celia in Underland
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Absolutely fantastic poetry. Impressive as always! â€ïž
Please never let anyone, or the world, stifle your flames! â„ïžđ Absolutely burn them out and plant those trees as a massive "screw you" to those who dared! And always keep blooming đ€
"because even seeds remember who tried to bury them" Goddamn... I won't forget this line anytime soon!
Hell yes! This made me want to weep and cheer in equal measure. This is awesome.
U'zR Bloomin' Terrific..! Jj
She didn't just bloom â she reclaimed the whole garden. What a beautifully defiant piece. The imagery of seeds remembering? Chills. đ±đ„
So much emotion in this! Although I hated where this seemed to stem from, the beauty and strength were all the more powerful and triumphant. Screw the haters!!
Oh, this is so great <3 Truly lovely piece <3 <3 These lines hit the hardest for me: And she writes like water. She builds opinions Like bridges