I refuse to wear this so-called disgrace, by Paula Matthews

I am not a silent poet

For the poet who refused.

When I wore the mask and smiled,
when I complied with silence,
you thought I was a good girl:
I was dying.

So I told:
told the doctor,
told the therapist,
told the bullies,
told my family.

You think I am a bad girl:
I am living.

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