Hush

Hush, you’re vile and wrong and bad
But that’s not what I said!
Hush, you lack respect and poise
But why, 
Isnit my writings that you’ve read?
Oh hush! I’ve heard and read enough
To know the wrong from right,
And will keep the children far away, 
Argue as you might.

But when my voice you cannot hear,
my pen will do the talking.
And when that bleeds dry
‘Foul’ they’ll cry
my sisters and my brothers.
I’m not alone
I do not fear
The truth will get out there.
So bring it on
Those days are gone
I cry, but do not die.

by Sapna Gupta

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