there is no use in speaking
to ears that will not hear
to minds closed and stapled off
a barrier drilled into the ground
yet I yell and scream anyways
with hope
that some words
i speak
will pave some piece
of a mindless surface
impact upon empathic being
and somehow
dislodge
some of the nails
that hold people hijacked
to their own prejudice and privilege
it is not a pretty job
yet I cannot seem to stop myself
from wasting my breath
on selective ignorance
that crosses my path
my birth and condition
on the margin
on the fringe
has left a indelible mark
a need
a desire
to be heard
to effect
so alter
the minds that need
sutures removed
increase blood flow
for all of the blood shed
bleeding from injustices faced
where is the reward?
i do not know
for so few minds seem to open
the frustration overrides
I need to find myself
outside of the words I yell
somewhere inside of me
holds the key
to unlock another door
where I will find peace
by Issadora Saeteng (do not copy without permission please)
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