Silenced

To this day, it’s still the same

To be seen and not heard

To speak only when spoken to

Or have my character assassinated

Yet, I must be heard even as an echo

Screaming aloud on silent page

Or heard and not be seen

Speaking when not spoken to

On the wireless and on the web

For my voice is that of sympathy

Apologies – for those too proud

For my voice is deepest love

Forgive me – those who can’t feel

There are no hidden motives

So take it all in before I’m silenced

And my love assassinated.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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