Speak, by D
The sea is a scary place
where the school of worthless fish pick at me like a meal;
like some dead carcass that has floated down to the rock
who am I to declare them worthless?
They told me to lighten up…so I did.
They told me to stand out…so I did.
They want me to speak out…so I will.
Today, I do not press my finger across my mouth.
I have ripped away that shell of destruction.
I, am not worthless.
|Posted: 2014-05-06 01:45:52 UTC
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