They tell me…
People are telling me to be quiet. They are telling me that I should close this journal and start another one. They tell me to *shut up, and listen*. They say “just because we don’t know how to do it = doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know how to do it”
I have listened for 37 years and with all the muster of a lousy old lion (me), I have mostly been quiet. I have been California lazy and surfer-girl quiet and I didn’t tell you my story, I didn’t tell anyone this story because it was the past, and because “if I can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all” and it was, “you are not allowed to tell”.
It was a story about being molested, one about being abused and raped, it would be one of *PAIN* in such a significant way, and it would make your head spin. It would be a story where I didn’t *shut up, and listen* and instead I said *ROAR*.
I said *roar…*. I said, *please?!?! stop!*. I said it all in all the different ways I knew how at the time, all the ways that I felt that I could say it in my quiet little world of One, but you did not listen….so I said *Roar?*.
People are telling me to be quiet. They are telling me that I should close this journal and start another one. They tell me to *shut up, and listen*. They tell me…