The Mouth-shut!

You ask me to keep my mouth shut ; you are stronger than me.
What i say is wrong : what i say shouldn't be heard.
I stay quite, because my voice isn't important.
I stay quite, because I'm not you.
How can I spill the words of my mere existence when
it's you who decide who I am.
I let you admire the girl with her miniskirt on, reading the news of
some girlchild burnt alive in the villages of Vidharbha.
I let you sing praising carols for our feminist neighbour
whose courage you applaud.
But I'm not any of them ;
I'm simply the one you ask me to be;
I'm just a mouth-shut me
and yes, a weaker-than-you me.