Words throat deep,
truth rimmed, and
handcuffed to outrage
can’t enter my voice.
Ears, always ears
glued to the dark side
of hearing listen
for a chance to rebel tag
for a chance to rebel tag
a soul brash enough
to speak the truth.
Patience dances with reason,
my spirit screams now,
bloodshot arguments spin forward
against the wall where free speech died.
speak up … SPeAk uP… SPEAK UP!
I’m weighing my words against
the length of the rope, dividing the cost
by the width of the bars.
I feel the day walking along my spine,
hell has a bribe, heaven a gate.
There are too many sisters who will never speak.
Life is not living if you’re seen and not heard.
My body is my body. My voice is my voice.
I’ll roar against the mantide who would rob me of choice.
Speech has a price, revolution a fight.
Tomorrow is too urgent to enter it mute.
©Susie Clevenger 2017
#NaPoWriMo2017
Real Toads ~ "I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream
&
Dark Poetry For The Cruelest Month
©Susie Clevenger 2017
#NaPoWriMo2017
Real Toads ~ "I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream
&
Dark Poetry For The Cruelest Month
Comments
Lots of love,
Sanaa
handcuffed to outrage" -- I simply love this.
Some other, family matters, I wouldn't tell in a memoir like writing even if discovered after I died. Not things I'VE done. Nuff, ...
Sorry I didn't get around to here last night. Things happened. But I had to come, I like hearing your views and love your words. Thank you, it was well worth the visit tonight.
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