I think,
if I could not speak,
how many cigarettes I would smoke,
how much I would write,
and how much swollen anger would
burst onto these pages
that nobody would ever read
and the alliances
all around,
whispering shit-on-you secrets
next to dented walls
and teeth molds
made from chunks of flesh
from my arms
I try so hard to be a lady
but my voice that used to carry
fist-filled words
has no effect anymore
now that I have been mute for so long.
Someone once told me
I was such an intimidating person
...better than being
nothing at all
Adding your comment:
) I forget what I was so angry about. 
isn't that how it always happens
lol
