Speak now or...

We talk in terms of
We
But it's really not all of us
that get to speak
our truth
because I'm this
I'm too much this
and you know nothing of
Where I've been and
the what
that shapes
and howls
and roars
and enables
But snakes up through
my throat
and wants out
to Tell You
all about how
We
are a lot more alike
than
you
Will ever acknowledge
as you sit
smug
In your privilege
and your power
while you
preach
About your lack of
these things and yet
I don't get to
say a single fucking word
because
shhhhhhhhhhhh
Like a spray can or
duct tape
silenced
all over again because
I can read backwards
And you think you are confused
now but just wait
'till I get my turn.