Silent Screams
There's a woman
that I want
so very much to be
that I cannot be
because fate is strangling me
yes, fate is strangling me
and quite literally
as I live with a slightly broken neck
as I live with it
dangerously
I need help but
they don't hear
they don't hear my silent screams
as these slipping discs
crush my dreams
how will I ever redeem
my life, to a capitalist machine
that wants what I cannot pay
in order to save me ..
I am down on my knees
begging for those who can
to see me
begging for those who can
to hear me
before it is too late
and I will never be
and I'll never live free
nor live at all, you see
unless they hear
my silent screams
that is what's likely
to be
Amid my silent screams
I want so much to redeem
I fight so hard to not be thrown
under that machine
But
Maybe it is useless
and maybe my labor
while chained
is fruitless
because all they seem to see
is how I look to be
focussed on
"oh, she's so pretty"
and not the inside
while the truth
the nitty gritty
is that
danger is present
and in it, I'm a peasant
unable to afford
the token to pass
onto the safe ground
onto the green grass
with the right help at last...
and while I've reached out I've offered
melodic art, as I can
made while I've been living
in this war torn land
that is my body
and though I've fought it so haughty
it's like unless I win the lottery
this disease will, in the end
get the better of me
I know what I need
but without the means
I can't be freed
So unless they hear me
hear my music, hear my plea
hear my silent screams
I'll be
cold and dead and incomplete
under a barren tree
on this field so deep
with the fallen, from the reaping
of capitalisms' medicine-keeping
I'm still alive and still fighting
but cold and incomplete
the soil is dry under my feet
I need the violence to cease
I need water, and heat
to grow from these seeds
sowing them will not feed
this life or these dreams
not unless they hear me
unless they hear
my silent screams
Scarlit-Rose Ashcraft (formerly Rose Guedes)
Sept 17th, 2021