Inspired to reblog this for those who haven’t read it yet. I ask you to really consider the title while you take in the poem. It’s important.
“What happens when
you’re confronted by
In the quiet moments
where no one can see?
What happens when you CANNOT flee?
What happens when
you have to fight,
when you’ve reached a dead end
and you try as you might
have a chance?
What happens when the odds are stacked against you?
When the whole world never considers what you’ve been through
by simply being born within the system you live every day,
and because of that system, you have to find a new way
to fight your fray without a gun,
to wage a war where your plight has won
all the instigator’s strikes against you,
when all of this happens
–in a fleeting moment–
what do you do?
We’ve spent SO many decades in peaceful protests
forming task forces,
and for what?
To be placed
in this painful beginning again,
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