Docile She

It’s all a haze,

Memories affected by the way I was raised.

Shouts bounding off the walls

Coming from here, there, everywhere!

Except from she

Docile me

Wanting to be heard

Yet not saying a word

For that is not my right.

Only in my dreams at night

Am I free to speak

In a place where I don’t feel so meek

It’s a change of scenery

For in that dimension

I no longer yearn for attention

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