Breath

Why do I feel so asphyxiated even though I was born free?

A name was given to me and an invisible cloth plastered across my mouth.

That cloth of tradition covered my whole being like cancer, and the first thing it killed was my individuality.

It absorbed my tears the minute they welled in my eyes, lest they trickle down and make my ‘loved ones’ guilty.

The cloth maintains peace wherever I go, it keeps my mouth shut lest my ‘loved ones’ raise their brow.

Silence is Golden, silence is divine, the cloth masks the storm in my mind.

Man is a social animal so be one, embrace your extended family even though they make your esteem burn.

 

Macbeth- Words by Shakespeare

MACBETH

     She should have died hereafter.

There would have been a time for such a word.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.