Words

The Words I think
I cannot utter
Or will not
Does it matter?
 
The words I utter
Does not matter
Silly musings
Silly girls
Don’t I matter?
 
The words I utter
Are not mine
They take shape
From my mother, father,
Brother and sister.
Nana and Nono.
Who will free me
From this prison
Of words
 
The words I should utter
Will not stutter
Will slice my chains opens
For my prince charming
Is born of chauvinism
And the tower I’m in
Is the home I built.
 
The words I’ll utter
Will free the winds
Trample the elephant
In the room
It’ll give my child
The rights to be cherished
The rights that eluded me.
 
For now the words I’ll utter
Is tucked away
In the back of my heart
Away from the way
Away from sight
I’ll unleash them in time
Like a torrent of flies
Onto the world
Onto their faces
They’ll look at me stunned
And they’ll think
Where did the words come from?