"tape"
- and the moon speaks again
- Jul 31, 2021
- 1 min read
They tell me to speak my truth
but place tape over my mouth
when I do;
through the screams they make out
my begging and they laugh
at the desperation to warn,
to tell the story
that others need
so I slowly begin
to erode away,
my voice alongside me,
until I no longer hold the power
to exercise my right
to make them understand.
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