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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