We all started this life screaming, red faces infants, exiting mothers wombs with something to say. Things have changed now. We no longer know how to speak our minds, we cross our legs and bite our tongues refusing to let the words escape. How did we get to this point? When did we realize our opinions no longer mattered? it's funny to think that silence is mistaken for tactfulness. "its not my place" we think to ourselves, but where is your place? Where is it okay to speak the thoughts that dwell in your mind waiting to spill over into words that mean something? Where is it okay to tell the man telling you to "smile gorgeous" to fuck off because your face isn't there for his entertainment? Where is it okay to tell the people trying to control your life to screw themselves even though they are "Just trying to help." Where is it okay to tell the man that is very obviously twice your age and very obviously checking out you ass that you are not an object? This is my place. This is where i spout the words that i would otherwise keep in mind until one day they spill out from the gash in my neck. The gash i put there myself because i could no longer stay quiet.