Poetry

You want me to hold my peace
But exactly what does that mean?
When you walk around like you a king, crushing someone else’s dreams
Do I look like a servant of yours or someone you can run over?
Think twice, when you partake with a rebel like me
I don’t take threats likely, so be careful when you address yours truly
I too have a personality and voice that cuts like a knife
But I choose my words wisely, before I plan any attack
My profession has lead me to many roads
Roads that function or some that was out of my control
I Bridge in the gaps with deceptive words meant to attack my soul
Criticize who I am and what makes me stand out above all who have tried to sabotage my goals
But, Ha Ha, you want me to hold my peace
I hold my peace for many things, but in the existence of adversity, never!
I consider myself to be clever and clairvoyant
I understand how the world works and my role in it
Holding my peace has never made me grow
Why shorten or dampen down my abilities
For the sake of prosperity??