I was silent
because I believed it was right
believed it made me righteous
and showed that I was good.
I was silent
because silence ignored my problems
passed over abuse
and ignored sin.
I was silent
because I was afraid
because speaking up was hard
and could only create conflict.
I was silent
and I allowed evil to continue,
allowed sin to grow
without complaint or comment.
I was silent
and my silence kept me down,
trapped me with the sin
I was afraid to speak against.
I was silent
and my silence did not make me strong
or good
or righteous.
I was silent.
I am silent no more.
© Shenita Etwaroo
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