1858

What hope did we have,

to speak of courage

and bravery and strength

when the mouths of our ancestors had been sewn shut because the colour of their skin didn’t match the colour of your beliefs?

Then when we came along, they couldn’t tell us any stories

of courage and bravery and strength.

Only lead by example of a hidden silence

decorated as politeness, manners and peace.

But now that we can speak,

we don’t know what to speak.

But now that we can speak,

you disappeared.

Distanced yourself from the chaos pouring out of our bodies. The chaos is poorly constructed words, administered to one other in a foreign language

that was, never will be ours.

And we will keep constructing, decorating our homes and streets and children with your language, in the hopes that their

unsewn mouths with someday set us free.

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