THE TRUTH BURNS
my mouth is on fire
not from the words
i have spoken
but from the ones
that never made it out
generations
of swallowed grief
buried rage
unshed tears
coals
passed from
hand to hand
from mother
to daughter
from father
to son
the women
called mad
for telling the truth
the men
praised
for carrying it alone
both inheriting
the same silence
my tongue
a strand of barbed wire
my throat
a furnace
and still
the truth rises
not asking permission
not seeking approval
only passage
through the stories
through the roles
through the ancient loyalties
that kept suffering alive
until someone
stands in the doorway
and says
no further
let it end
with me
perhaps that is what
a cycle breaker is
the one willing
to lose belonging
rather than
lose the truth
the one willing
to become the outcast
so the children
do not inherit the cage
my mouth is on fire
because a 1000
silenced voices
have finally found
one open door
words by
Hanna-Leana Kuus
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