About 2 weeks ago, just I was getting immersed in Poetry Boot Camp 2021, I came across the following quote on Twitter: “What are the words you do not yet have? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence?“, Audre Lorde. It was used to encourage the ‘silent majority’ to voice their opinions about a contentious issue, but it got me thinking about survival silence.


My silence did not protect me 

In the conventional sense 

My silence did not stop 

Another’s intent. 

My silence bought me time 

It enabled me to survive 

My silence, though a burden, 

Got me to the other side. 

I did not become the tyranny 

That I experienced 

My silence did not make  

Me an accomplice 

In my own torment. 

My silence has not weakened me 

In fact, it has made my voice strong 

And I use it now to name the wrongs. 

I do not walk in silence, 

A kind of head down obedience, 

My eyes are alight with defiance 

My soul burns like a furnace 

So yes, my silence did not protect me 

But, back then, neither did my words

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