(this will be a recurring theme, like therapy, i need it out of me)
I’ve been holding my tongue
Deep in the recesses of my cheeks
The words they hold could rock a world
Remove a stain
And set my spirit free
But freedom isn’t mine right now
I am locked in the gravitational pull
Of the pupils in my students eyes
I want to walk the walk with them
Until we are forced to walk in different directions
Don’t want to be the lair that said they’d be there then they weren’t
Don’t want to be the false prophet that said I got your back before you felt the blade
If I be the last vestige of truth in our world for just a little while longer
I’ll take the just a little while longer
Lace my words with metaphor and white truths
So faint they’ll barely recognize themselves
Hold to the shadows
Only let you see me in daylight
I have killed nothing beautiful here
So they cannot call me ugly
I have said nothing that is not true
But still they call me liar
So I will hold my tongue
The one that bites and stings
The one that tears down what disappoints
The one they will dress in slanders old clothes
I will hold it because my children need me
The ones who once called my womb home
And the ones on loan to me
I have your back
Even if my hands cover my mouth
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