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25-04-05, 01:13 AM
[font="times new roman"]I talk in my head a lot
because when i talk in my head
there is no damn accent
to remind me of what i have lost.
What i lost, i never had…
not in my physical possession.
I hear glimmers of it in my mother’s voice
but my mother doesn’t raise her voice
and i need someone to yell louder than oppression.
I need someone to raise their damn voice
louder than the police’s guns
louder than the mother’s tears
louder than the voices in their head
telling them to be quiet
to let it go
so it can happen again on another day.
Go on…let it loose…
Rage against the machine gun.
Be like dmx, go up to a cop and go
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…
But…
Growls are inarticulate.
They don’t get the message across
and barking dogs just scare me.
I need to be done with fear
so i can be heard.
Cause i’m going to be that person.
Five foot two me is gonna work towards being
louder than oppression
have a voice that’s more long-lasting
words that are more powerful
an impact stronger than the Loma Prieta
earthquake of 1989.
I’m going to be like Ngugi
shooting words out of the barrel of my pen
words that are humming, coming to get ya
so you can join me
so that we can tell the world
that being louder than oppression is the way to be.
Oppression should be shouted down
like a bully on a playground
or beat down like a rapist.
And the oppressor should be cured like Aids
or shot down like John F. Kennedy.
© 2004 Tichaona M. Chinyelu
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