Wednesday, July 01, 2020

My Voice

My Voice

A distinctive foghorn, cutting
through background noise, 
my own private public address
system, a sonic blast produced
by an oversized head, a megaphone
made of flesh, bone, and cartilage,
my voice has served me well.

And I have put it to use! My opinion 
is never kept to myself.  I know a
lot and am not afraid to show it. 
My voice alone wins arguments
and conquers foes with its
wisdom and judicious reasoning
(or at least my its volume).

But now, it is time for me
to be silent. I must silence my
own voice to hear the cries
from the streets, from the parks,
from the young who rise up,
from the old who say “not again”
from the people whose own
voices have been dampered, 
voices that have been misunderstood,
voices that have been ignored,
voices that have died out,
because society has placed its
knee on the neck of those
who only want us to hear them
say, “I can’t breath."

I am listening. I am waiting. 
Please tell me what to do.

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