Words are so beautiful.
A simple string of letters;
a certain arrangement of syllables and consonants andÂ vowels,
that have the ability to move you.
A simple word can begin a friendship
or tear apart a family.
And as we go on each day
we speak only some of these beautiful words
while others sit in our minds
dancing on our tongue
behind our lips,
just desperately trying to escape.
Words are powerful
and life is nothing without them.
So why are we taught to hold our tongue
when some of us are dying to speak up?
And if one voice could be heard,
then that voice could be saved.
But instead we silence them
and teach them to be silent.
For the words that want to be spoken
are words of “sin” and blasphemy.
Because they’d rather you kill yourself on the inside
and let your insides rot their way through
and pierce your heart,
before you ever say the words
“I want to die”.
Those words aren’t allowed.
Words canÂ say so much.
And yet, no one appreciates the power that they hold.
Instead, it is asked why language is taught,
and “who needs grammar anyways”
are words I hope to never hear from anyone around me.
Because those words-
aÂ single word
could be the end of someone.
And you didn’t care enough to listen.