News like that hits hardest, and hits the most sudden.
"low voices, in loving memory of,"
"bowed heads, my condolences"
"sorry"
The silence was not deafening, it was the sound of reluctant acceptance.
The silence was alarms ringing, sirens blaring, trying to out noise the other, white noise against white noise.
Bigotry is bigotry when nobody stands up
Bigotry is bigotry when nobody stands up
"typing, you are not trans you are gay"
"mocking, Mr or Mrs?"
"stop"
The silence was not deafening, it was the sound of reluctant defeat.
The silence was never quiet.
Loud and hurt, never quite quietly hidden.
The silence shows more, is more, tells more
Than me showing you my pain, my suffering, my scars, my wounds, my sores.
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