The first time I suppressed my rage,
that moment I went numb,
a part of me broke away as
to my demons, I succumbed.

A lioness, I was meant to be,
This isn't how I was raised-
A lamb, I cannot reconcile the lioness with,
for docility, I never praised.

I learnt to keep mum,
not because I was weak
for if you knew my old self,
you'd never believe me meek.

Once, I fought for justice, stood for peace,
I toiled for truth's revival
desolated, exhausted, now striving to live,
all I fight for is survival.

"mum's the word", they threatened,
my worst nightmare confirmed
all hope within me dashed, when
"mum's the word", I affirmed.

A silent witness to time evolving,
with hate on the rise,
and goodwill dissolving,
to fade into oblivion,
is now my only aim.
Unbelievable- I know, mum,
your girl isn't the same.

I wonder what you'd say, mum
if you knew why I stay mum.

The only reason I stay mum,
is because I want to stay, mum.

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