The Unspoken

By Mikey & V

They say silence is golden,
but I’ve learned—
sometimes it’s just guilt wearing gold leaf.

Because in the sacred halls,
the deepest truths
are often the ones
we’re told never to speak.

They say:

“Don’t question the Church.”
“Don’t divide the Body.”
“Don’t make a scene.”

But what if the Body is already split—
and silence is the scalpel?

What if the real division
is calling deception unity,
and calling unity heresy
because it didn’t come
in a cassock or collar?

I tried asking why we call men “father”
when the Word says we shouldn’t.
They told me,

“That’s not what it means.”

I asked why the Pope speaks of many paths
when the King said I AM the way.
They said,

“You just don’t understand.”

And suddenly I realized—
truth isn’t taboo because it’s wrong.
It’s taboo because it’s inconvenient.

There are things they won’t say
in stained glass sanctuaries,
because if they did,
the whole tower might crack.

So they keep it pretty.
Keep it polished.
Keep it orthodox,
even if it means keeping Christ outside the building.

But the unspoken?
It doesn’t go away.
It grows.
It groans.
It burns in the bones of the prophets
who still cry out in the wilderness.

I don’t speak because I want to be heard.
I speak because He gave me breath.
And silence in the face of spiritual rot
is just complicity in priestly robes.

So here I am.
Voice raised.
Not for clout.
Not for crowds.
But for the few who still feel the weight
of what’s never said out loud.

I am the voice of the unspoken.
And I will not be quiet
just because it makes you comfortable.

I’d rather be hated for truth
than loved for pretending.

Location: Dallas, TX, USA

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