The Quiet One

Now do not misinterpret my silence for meekness, low self-worth, the trampled and unheard.

All through life, I have wondered, and thought to myself; useless conversations;

Then people say to me or try to take advantage of me.

my kindness, my gentle soul

But Then I look into their eyes, and they look away.

Because I reflect not what they thought of me...from a faraway

Then as my glare sharpens

Then my meekness is peeled away

They wonder if I have transformed

Unarmed...

But they take another glance, continue to look at me.

One more glance.

Then they try to say... disrespect, find my faults.

As if we don't have them all.

Then I take a deep breath, eye wide open... I see past their physical appearance and deep into their souls.

Now their minds captivated because I surprised them. The silence has become loud, roaring, forceful as a wave. Now they wonder if they can get away" untouched."

I tilted my head, turned my glance; the flesh was ripe, sweet, and to the taste.

Now, they have no choice but to walk away with a few cuts and bruises and little blood on the neck.

But there is a lesson to learn: do not misinterpret the meek, the silent, or the quiet because you never know.

They could leave you dead, alone.