Succession
- Sydney Cusack
- Dec 10, 2022
- 1 min read
You tell me
to speak up —
Or else
Or else,
no one will hear me.
Speak up
or else,
someone else
with full, ferocious sincerity,
will snatch the stirring statement
from the depths of my mind.
Your condescension
cackles in the face
of my quiet.
When I listen,
Listen listlessly —
Tyranny never tires.
Oppressors become rulers
by default, because
they were born
into dwellings of expression.
Speech enables possibilities.
So I listen to you
to end my listening
I speak.
My words impale
like a sharp,
self-assured succulent
My words
shatter glass houses,
and shine spotlights on
the rage
that’s boiled in the stomachs
of my ancestors.
And you finally catch a
measly glimpse
of what we’ve endured
for millennia.
Speech enables succession.
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