Lament of the Mind

Why am I criticized for the words I speak?
Why are the words that escape me like a waterfall, shameful?
My language is not for you to decide if it is acceptable.
My language is my mind.
My words are my life.
My voice is the only thing I truly own.
A voice of that is not your own is not for you to decide if it is right.
It is not for anyone.
For they are merely words that are,
Spoken,
Written,
Taught,
And interchanged.
You own your voice, not words.
Words can not be censored.
They can not be trapped.
For they escape my mouth like a waterfall.
And no dam will never be stronger than language.
For language thrives,
In literature and communication.
Every part of nature exists in literature.
Words are life.
They are everywhere.
And they are too strong for you to disguise.