The Right Time - Poem by Jessie Peter
When i see partiality before my eyes,
wonder if i should report or play nice.
When taken for granted,
should i rise or stay stranded.
When things go beyond control,
and i no more feel whole,
to scream, i think about then.
when confronted, do i meet eye to eye?
When mistaken, do i clarify face to face?
When forsaken, do i still run the race?
At times like this, do i scream?
Oh no, so not ladylike, so not civilized.
Not a sound even if your head is sliced.
That's not an option,
and for being through it all,
trust me there's gonna be no ovation.
Then, when do i scream?
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