I stay
quiet, not because I lack words but because I’m strong
I have
strength that makes me recognize that my voice, though of reason may not always
bring peace desired at the time
So I've
learnt to keep the words in my heart; to think them over and when necessary
change them
Change them
to be better, not just for me but for what is now and what can be tomorrow
So I
stay quiet but not unaware, I see and I watch and I know what to do
And I
know waiting is hard because it’s just easier to argue my case
But I've
learnt that some rewards are worth waiting for
So I
stay quiet yet not in anger or hinged on the anticipation of revenge
But in
calmness and control, knowing what is mine will come to me
Not
because I was lazy but because I was strong
Strong
enough to understand
Strong
enough to stay rooted and weather the storm, the storm of other people’s words
when they didn't possess the strength to stay quiet
Words
that cut and were created to damage, to break
And
sometimes words that lead to hurtful actions
Sometimes
knowing these actions were bolstered by my own silence
Because
to the world it means weakness, ignorance or consent
But to
me it’s strength, strength that would increase because I have experience
So I
stay quiet……..till my silence is loud and my courage is perceived
……….But
again maybe not, because the world isn't always pretty; people aren't often
apologetic and tend to forget
However,
I choose to be quiet because if it offers nothing else it would bring me peace………..eventually
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