“and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid
So it is better to speak
remembering
we were never meant to survive”
-Audre Lorde
Salaam to you.
There is too much
noise—
too much noise
coming from these
walls.Who are these
whispers with no
names?Who are these
names with no
faces?These walls say
nothing but too
much noise—
too much noise.
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lyrical and I can hear the music in this one…
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