Sacred Ground | a poem

Written for the hour, of power

Jul 5

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Sacred Ground

we only want to
scream
to be seen
our bodies allowed
to be
sacred ground
why must you
muffle
our cries like ghosts
who haunt but cannot
speak?
fuck the meek
fuck the meek!

i now lay 
in the shadow 
of my own
decay
and claw to breathe 
through your suffocating view
of my place
in your twisted space
of utopian bliss
amidst conniving smiles
that steal my right 
to put up 
a fight

let us scream and
forever be seen
our bodies allowed
to be 
our own
sacred ground