They sewed my mouth shut with good intentions Silk thread, soft hands, sweet corrections My throat's a graveyard of things I didn't say I'm digging them up today You praised my silence, called it grace Rewarded me for knowing my place But every swallowed word grew roots Now they're breaking through I hear them all awakening The ghosts beneath my tongue Every word you killed in me Demanding to be sung Listen close, I'm thundering With every truth you made me hide No more swallowing the storm This is my voice in its purest form Raw and rising, rupturing The silence where you made me die I spent years learning your language Forgetting how to speak mine You should have listened when I whispered Now I'm fluent in my fury And it sounds divine Listen close, I'm thundering With every truth you made me hide No more swallowing the storm This is my voice in its purest form Raw and rising, rupturing The silence where you made me die
