The Curriculum of Silence
- Iris Wang

- Jul 17, 2025
- 1 min read
Updated: Jul 18, 2025

I remember in those days, they lined us in rows like ruled, uncreased parchment
taught us to underline, never question.
such bones of contention in building premises were rebellion, and
Every answer, a muzzle. Silken gag.
We followed, to conjugate obedience, punctuate the hush
we wrote in their alphabet but swallowed our mother tongues, like curses
Though no blade kissed our fingers, our pens bled just the same;
they fear the sound of our voices, for we are louder than print.
We are taught to compose, not confront,
to cite the law, but never who it failed
Yet still, in the margins, we scrawl out the lessons omitted
On desks, in notebooks, between the lines.
Empires fall, not by the sword, but
by the sibilance of a thousand, voices once told to stay silent.
About the Writer: Iris is a 17-year-old writer and musician, with her hobbies including reading, writing poetry and articles, as well as playing her beloved saxophone in her jazz band. As someone passionate about the arts, she also does visual arts in her spare time, especially photography.



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