To Stand

Bravery is measured by the voice and not the posture….
the way the words write volumes on the air.
One can stand,
but stand for nothing…
The way freedoms are obtuse in cowardice hands.
Ramblings can begin to make sense if they are inked in flesh and blood….
The way points come to be made seizes to matter if the point troubles what was.
One can believe in one thing…
But never fully trust.
Testing the language of what were taught…
The way the tounge pronunciates an idea into a dispute.
One can say whatever they want…
But never speak their own thoughts.
The way a step is taken says a lot about the heart…
But the tone of a voice can change a lot about perception…
One can only be deaf when lips are silenced…
But sometimes the eyes speak when freedom is being fought.
One can only stand for something,
After speaking up.