The words they would not come
They were stuck inside of me like prisoners of war
Deprived of daily senses stored in some dark dungeon
I wanted to speak but silence prevailed
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Some amazing descriptions in this poem. I like this a lot, shows the power of silence and how it screams, full of words in our heads, passion, anger, and yet there is no sound and it overpowers us.
Why does my grandma stare at mixed race couples?