Quiet, woman

They don’t want me to speak

These words I have would fly like

Bullets

And I am forced into putting on the safety

My words would speed down a highway,

But they want me to shift my lips into park

My words contain information to crucify,

And instead, they nailed my tongue to a cross

And asked me to answer for myself

They don’t want me to speak

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