8 Minutes and 46 Seconds
A Moment of Silence for Black America
Sistah, sistah, tell me something!
Is there a reason that there is such a
LOUD QUIET
echoing throughout the
nation when we are still screaming that WE
CAN'T BREATHE, strangled gasps
erupting down family trees?
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This poem is an entry to Vocal's acrostic challenge:
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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By Adam Diehl4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
I loved it, very powerful!😊
Powerfully penned!!!❤️❤️💕
LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK (and front, let’s be real)
Wow. A powerful and important message well told. 💜
This is such a powerful poem.
I have a black American friend. Her school mates are rude to her but she is fearless about them. I am proud of her.
Powerful, timely, and significant.
You nailed this one⭐️