Unshared Stories

There are stories that we have never shared because we simply don’t know what it’s for or who’s going to listen to them

Because we don’t know its importance, because maybe it’s small to us

Because we don’t know that it’s big for someone else

Because we have mouths, but we don’t always have ears

And because the imbalance makes us numb

We are tired of being something because we’re told we’re nothing, and so we became nothing

There are voices inside us but we were taught to be silent

So we stay quiet, so we mute ourselves

Because everything that other people say is more important to us than everything we have to say

And the loud always wins because they seem stronger

And when men scream at women it’s called strength and not emotionality

And when dads hit their kids it’s called discipline and not violence

And when moms shame their daughters it’s called a lesson and not bullying

But what is it then to us if we’re watching

Especially watching those things being done to us

Who are we to speak if our mouths are sealed by those hands

If our hands are tied, if our dignity is gone, if our confidence is non-existent

If we get trauma and they don’t see it because they think they didn’t do it

Because how can a noble man hit his own child

Because how can a dignified woman bully another woman

Because how can a gentleman be ungentle

Because of what do we think they’re right?

Because we’re done giving in, almost giving up

We’re done taking credits for others’ mistakes

We’re done being something else than we are

And because we’re done trying to conceal the fact

That there are stories we have never shared to anyone 

Because of fear