Written 02/15/10

Hush lil baby don’t say a word,
Momma’s gonna buy you a mocking bird And if that mocking bird don’t sing Momma’s gonna buy a diamond ring

Because even as a child we are taught Speak only when spoken to.. Right? Because too often we are told Only wisdom comes from growing old
So… in silence… we patiently wait..
For silvr plated to turn to gold. Shhh… Silence, Pause….when they say think before you speak.

But some process their thoughts, before others can breathe Is silence really golden when those relying on silver speech Pause To make their next move neither fall back or leap? So worse than a failure.

They sit…. and they wait,
While the predator unafraid to speak
Lures in his prey The victim sits in silence
As the thief creeps in the night
To steal from the blind and act affirmatively in violence.
Shh.. Silence,

Like the baby’s heartbeat
Who has no control over his own god given right to birth.
She wants to keep her man,
He’s not ready for a family but worst He’ll leave if she doesn’t silently
Handle this issue.
So holding a tissue
She kisses her fingertips
Presses her belly
And whispers I’ll miss you.
Pause… Like a four year old girl
At midnight as mommy and her jump out The second story window
Shh, it’s okay baby girl,
Daddy’s had a rough day
He didn’t mean it
He’ll be better when we come back tomorrow.
But it doesn’t get better,
Because each time the mother
Covers her daughter’s lips
The other hand holds back as she resists So at four she sees her mother bleed Helplessly on the floor as she takes another silent hit with his violent fist.
Pause… Like the loveless lover that drinks himself to sleep.
“I can’t handle pain, I’m too ashamed to speak
To ask God To forgive me or atleast for deliverance.
So I drink this bittersweet poison to silence my own voice
So I don’t lose my last resort to become my enemie’s hinderance.
Pride is a powerful kill, and I take it down with a silver pill.
That will relief the tension caused from inhibtions
Of what could have been, so I can lay Here numb without feeling like it should have been
Something different.
Glad to have the crutch
Of a beautiful tangible clutch, that I can just push in
To switch gears with my fears that is so easily in touch
With my biggest friend.
Suicide the unforiven sin.
Misery loves company, lay with me lets drink again.”
Silence like.. I have a bad temper,
So it helps me when you listen.
If you let me be, when I get upset
We will never have any confliction.
Give me my space,
And until I say don’t come near me
With any tension
If you get in my way
i’m letting you know now
I’ll break your jaw, throw you to the ground
Choke you until you can’t breathe
And it’s your fault because you didn’t listen you didnt take heed.
I’ve been ride or die,
And I’ve done my part to keep us on cloud nine
Walked away from every fight you’d pick Just so i could remain closest to my god given most valued gift.
Just to avoid you from sleeping in another room
To keep from being abused or misused when you manipulate
The one you loathe to love the one you to love to hate.
God did give us two ears, one tongue
So we could listen twice as much as we speak
But hear me, and once I’m done Guarantee I’ll listen twice as well.
But I’ll be damned if I sit in silence
As you ride us both on a flaming chariot to hell.
If God wanted us to all stay in silence, and only certain
Leaders were born,
It would have been much easier for
Hitler to dictate a
Country into a world storm.

“The Great King said in the end, we will not remember
The words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”
Shh silence.

I hear my enemy coming.


© Brittany Casstevens and bCompelledtowrite, 02/15/2010
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