Control

By Carolina Guerrero

Dark veins twist beyond my neck. Unable to speak my language, my mind stops fighting.

Dark creatures control me, people I once loved, silence me when I speak, leaving me unable to express.

They believe I can morph into them, change who I am, alter the color of my skin.

However, the truth is I will never fit in. For the ones who silence me never have spoken my language.

Gasping for air, my lungs push against the ropes that bare me down. They aim to control me like an animal.

The language of truth, my language; forever silenced by them, the betrayer.

The truth sinks, my heart slows, for my skin nor my language will ever belong.