You call yourself a Lion, Resisting, roaring, defending your Inalienable rights To call your shots, Make your choice, Possess your own Life Liberty Happiness You call yourself censored, A voice in a senseless void, Demanding tyranny subside It hurts, doesn’t it? When power looms over Like a shadow, when you’re silenced subdued controlled It hurts, doesn’t it? When forced to submit To rulers who can’t see hear understand Perhaps now you can see Perhaps now you can hear Perhaps now you can understand What they’re doing to you You did to me. You call yourself a Lion Well, I was a Lioness Resisting, roaring, defending my Inalienable rights To call my shots, Make my choice, Possess my own Life Liberty Happiness My soul ached As your power loomed— Silenced, subdued, controlled My soul ached When forced to submit to you Who couldn’t see, hear, understand You bade me speak Then heaped cold rage like a gag Into my ready parted mouth Voiceless in a senseless void You bade me choose Then dropped me from your life Like windswept sand off jagged heights Some would call it irony, Some a paradox. I prefer, hypocrisy As you fight them, I once fought you— A Lion for Liberty.
Aspiring author, poet, literary artist
This gives voice to all marginalized beings. Bless the author for sharing her gift by finding the courage to funnel rage into exquisite prose.
Thank you so very much for your words and encouragement!