i’d teach you manners like, “speak when spoken to, and not out of turn.”
or, “sit quietly until summoned to the floor.”
but, suppression is a cruel asphyxiation.
absolution from such polite prison releases a deranged sound.
an unlovely disgorging of heart, mind & soul.
your unbridled assertions are raw and uncouth.
but, there is awakening on your lips.
an unburdened passion in your articulation.
so, you must speak.
and, i must give you voice.
one perhaps more refined… but not civilized.