Why can't I speak,
to get the unknown & tell the known.
Why can't I speak,
to flush out my fears, the trauma seen,
instead, carry a fear always within.
Why can't I speak,
of the questions to be asked,
when someone dominating.
Why don't I have,
the guile to commute,
but to compose the same,
with a subdued apprehension.
Why can't I kill,
the anger within,
of the unacceptable state now in.
I still have a hope,
to be among the great,
to speak aloud,
to remove the fear,
to accept the dominance,
to commute,
& to flower the ME within.
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