A Whisper Of Change Poem by Sana Olivia Hernandez
A Whisper Of Change
I scream for justice,
Not only for myself.
No, I scream for a world,
That's like a fake pearl.
I cry for myself,
Pathetic tears.
I cry for a wounded world,
Silenced by fear.
A quick yelp of pain,
Escapes from my lips.
I long for change,
But I don't challenge the whip.
Silently screaming,
It echoes through my head.
But tonight I won't speak,
Or tomorrow I'll be dead.
Too much pain,
Too much fear,
As I wipe away a tear,
Courage is near.
A growl comes forward.
I ignore the maddening leer.
But I'm too tired to strike.
Do you know what that is like?
No.
War after war,
Roar after roar.
You do not get tired,
Nor do you snore.
While my tired, aching body,
Lies on the floor.
Even after sleeping,
From four until four.
Eternal war.
Probably the reason why,
I can only sleep,
Never die.
Do not ask me why,
I cannot answer truthfully.
For I know better.
Than to challenge foolishly.
The crack of a slap,
To me and to you.
Yes, you too.
Don't you watch the news?
You stand,
Stunned and moaning.
Well, I am tired of just groaning.
I find myself growling.
"Enough of this! "
That's what I cry.
Though my new found bravery,
Quickly dies.
The sky is spinning,
Dear Lord,
Am I grinning?
Yes.
The hits that I take,
The sacrifices I make.
I see your face,
Disbelieving, I'm not a fake.
Do not worry,
I'm used to it.
My heart swells with pride,
You come to notice the tears that I've cried.
I touch my face,
I feel it's wet,
No tears of sadness,
Just pride-set.
"Are you stupid? "
You dare ask me.
"No, are you? Tell me, what did you do? "
Not one thing that I do.
Each and everyday,
I fight to make it stop.
While you just stand there,
Waiting for a cop.
Harsh words,
That I've typed up.
They speak some truth…
But not enough.
A whisper I hear,
While staring at my chains.
"If you may die,
Don't let it be in vain."
Yes, I will fight,
Whether you like it or not.
Though I might go quieter,
If I am caught.
But that whisper will stay with me,
Each and everyday.
Go out with some dignity,
Don't just simply fade.
-SOH
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4/26/2024 10:29:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a MANIFESTO but it's not just a simple, direct statement and it's done for good. For every assertion you make there is a qualifying tug backward which compromises the forward motion. But I think that's good; it shows your attitude toward your attitude is a critical one and not a surrender to blind emotional commitment. It may well pan out that the hesitations which whisper in this poem prove to be more important than the assertions which shout. It's too early to tell. The feelings are still raw. This is, after all, a three-am-in-the-morning-poem and by its very nature it is a first step or several steps but not the whole journey.