When my mouth speaks what it should swallow, let it learn silence as sustenance. When my words tear deeper than I intended, I won't take them back, the bleeding proves something needed opening. When my tongue stumbles over truth, good, smooth liars never saved anyone. When I want to curse them, let me bless them instead, same breath, different spirit. When my voice shakes with rage, don't steady it, trembling prophets speak what calm men cannot. When my mouth wants to devour, teach it to feed others first, same hunger, different target