traffic, radios, televisions
all went silent, at least for me
a swell of quiet rolled over me
I stopped in midstep, waited
shook my head, quiet persisted
no, I told myself, this is no way to die
I refuse, it didn't matter, no sound came
and then they did, quiet voices
each near for a moment
as if mouths paraded by my ear
each whispering a name
Tamir Rice
Kajiemi Powell
Ezell Ford
Trayvon Martin
Eric Garner
Yvette Smith
Michael Brown
Victor White III
so many more
I felt like I staggered under the weight
of whispers
I hear you, I said out loud to the voices
I will do what I can to make you heard
perhaps it satisfied them
the quiet drained away
and city noises rushed back in
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