This Is How We Say

These are our cries

For injustices in our world

These are our tears

Cleverly hidden 

In a rainfall of words

This is how we say

What must be said

This is how we speak

Our unspeakable pain

This is the hidden anguish

We disguise as everyone’s 

This is our raised clinched first

When strength has abandoned us

Long after our sorrow

Long beyond our despair

Long after the wound has healed

These are our broken screams

When we are, at last, victorious 

These are our memorials

These are our poems

Scribbled on scraps 

These are our songs

Rehearsed to future generations 

These are our words 

And this, this is how we say

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

December 25, 2020