I think I can see it now.
Why sometimes silence is the better friend
With a single word,
a thousand eyes turn upon me.
Every mouth is suddenly a gavel;
every person a judge, and I
am chained by my own words.
"Guilty or innocent?" they decide for me.
I am at their mercy, with no voice to say
"I am neither and it's not about guilt at all."
Trapping me beneath a single lens,
they lose the depth of who
I truly am, and the greatness of
who I can be.
Allow me to paint my own
Self-portrait, before I cover my face
With a picture already decided for me.
Not another statistic
Not a victim
Not a shape described by
"5 ways to identify