I reject silence because silence is not for me.
Silence is for the criminal in hand cuffs who has something to hide.
Silence is for Charlie Chaplain who danced with the world that laughed with him.
Silence is for the adulterer who hangs her head in shame for stealing the life of another.
Silence is for the Buddhist monk in meditation who empties his heart and mind by choice.
Silence is for the lambs as they wait to be slaughtered.
Silence is for the dead.
Silence was not for my friend Jemma's mother who screamed and clung to the coffin as her daughter was lowered into the grave.
Silence was not for my mother who wailed with the cry of an animal I had never before heard when she learned of her mother's death.
Silence is not for the angry who take to the streets in protest for the deaths of innocents.
Silence is not for those who feel cheated and seek to reclaim what was lost.
Silence is not for the heartbroken.
I want the world to know how I cry for my lost baby.
Silence is not for me.