Sunday, November 15, 2020

so that you can hear my heart

 

so that you can hear my heart

by esteban

 

i should stop talking

to all of you

because you could never hear, you cannot hear

 

the words

straining from the weight of my heart

breaking under the load

 

of histories you’ll never know

can never know

 

the consequences of your hatred

fueled by greed

dishonesty

sloth

 

calling us savages

nation on my back

fuck you

 

white pesticides

in my hair

on my skin

fuck you

as I stooped and picked your food

 

a boy

eight

dies in the night

after a bullet snaps the air

flies through his eye

 

while miles away

in your comfy home

you watch him die

on your flat screen

and cower in fear

 

because you would never listen

you could never hear

you cannot hear.

This is my last try.

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