Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Poem #8

Write a dare poem.


"I Dare You to Speak:"

to open your mouth
against the solid air
the suffocating air
the air in which you stand
the air you breathe

Another black man shot
by another white police officer
Another black body without breath
a body riddled with bullets
another black body

I dare you to speak.

What more is there to say?
Mouths are exhausted
repeating repeating repeating
Are broken records heard?
Or does the squeaky wheel
truly get the oil?
Mouths are exhausted.

I dare you to speak
to draw in breath
to inhale life
to speak light

Who else will speak
for the dead?
Who else will make
these lives matter?

I dare you.

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