They call me Silent A—
Who am I? They ask and don’t ask
Slithering into a discussion about
School, politics, what happened on the news—
While everyone gazes for a reaction,
Do they look concerned? What are they thinking? Do they know?
But you can’t seem to get out of the dazed,
Confused state I put you in.
I come when you least expect it—
In the middle of a bar,
The music pumping, juices flowing
Through your body.
The heart starts pounding,
Panic sets in like a
Storm crossing the horizon.
You look around, making sure no one notices.
In the middle of the night—
3am as silence fills the air,
Coming off of sleep meds and
Mixture of Vodka Tonics and Merlot,
Anything to keep the mind
At an altered state of nowhere and beyond.
But I’m screaming at you,
The toxicity won’t keep me away.
I’m the one who kills—
Friendships, relationships, your purified mind
Keeping you away from what you love,
What you don’t love.
Standing in that darkened corner,
Waiting for that next high off of me.
They call me Silent A—
You can’t see me, they can’t see me, but I see you.
Someday we will all be free.
Who, when, where, and how
This fantasy you spout, are you speaking to me?
Someday we will all be free
Is that as the bird, or as the eagle?
Free; a concept that many seek, but it seems that few ever find.
Free; is real or is it fake?
This phenomenon, free is it meant for me?
I look, we search, where is freedom? Is it all in my mind?
I stand and I fight, with all of my might, this freedom I must find.
I am hungry, you are cold, he is homeless, she is sad,
I am black, you are white, he is brown and she is red,
I seek, you seek, he seeks, and she seeks
Freedom, freedom, freedom; we all want it. Is that so bad?
Someday we will all be free
Who? Both you and me, as well as he and she, for we are all the same.
When? The day we decide that what we all want is the same.
Where? Right where we are, because the place we live is the same.
How? We stand, we cry, we support, we forgive, for the way is the same.
Free as a bird,
Flying high as an eagle,
No more concept, but really free
Freedom is real, but it does have a price;
For nothing comes without sacrifice
Will I die for you? Will you die for me?
Does he or she need to die to be free?
Stand up, stand tall, we can all be free
You can’t die for me, nor I for you.
He nor she can pay the price, for on a cross at Calvary
That price was paid by Jesus the Christ
O wake up and see that freedom is won
Believe, and take heart, as we all are one.
Youth was there with baby teeth
the teeth then left and left me be
I walked into this smaller place
I was so small so little much grace
And there they were
blue, red, and brightly colored walls
they want us all to feel as tall.
We shared in circles and sang in groups
Dressed in our costumes we walked in loops
The wooden playground that once stood strong
Now a distant memory
We must move on
Yet then I grew and matched the goal
I reached the top
I jumped, I rolled
All the way past Margos bench
Until there was no where left
I really wanted to go.
I left the small rooms with fake happy trees
for there were no more lies that I could not see
I was smarter, louder, and bigger now
The trees that once clouded me were shaken down.
We were the oldest ones now leading the pack
Yet embarking on a journey in which courage we could not lack.
The song we once sang when five years of age
Now helping us turn a completely new page.
For here I stand, youth tinted but clear
and seeing the things I once had feared
Exploring the art I never knew was there
witnessing the life that hadn’t been shared.
Admiring the kids I’d one day be
A day so distant back then
A day I never thought I’d see.
For here I stand, youth growing but still
Now bigger than I have ever been
yet smaller than I will ever be.
Surrounded by love and growing compassion
I begin to grow up in a fast pace fashion.
For once again we lead the pack
Still searching for courage we know not to lack.
It took thirteen years to truly know to say
The impact these walls have had on our days.
For there I stand, youth clear through memories
I walk into this bigger place
I am so big, so tall, still so much grace
and there they are
white, black, grey dull colored walls,
that I won’t let– make me feel small.
For what I know and will stay with me forever
Is that truly we are all in this together.
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