Silence

Silence.
Silence is the virtue of fools.
When the youth of our minorities are beaten by authorities,
because the colour of their skin is a little too dark,
Or when they talk their lips curve into accents;
When the men and the women who are happy in their boxed corner
are stolen away from the only home they've ever known because
their beard is too long and their clothes are too full of holes;
When all of our children are forced to blend into the night and hide away,
from bright sirens and the long icy fingers threatening them in dark;
There is silence, even through the sounds of batons hitting bare skin and
thugs screaming profanities at the young woman down the street,
because her skirt is a little short and you can see the straps of her bra,
when she is only trying to buy her a children a meal;
Silence, when a young hispanic male gets pulled over in the wrong place,
at the wrong time because the cops decided he didn't belong behind the wheel.
Silence, in dark alley ways, so no one knows why there's blood on walls,
and piss on the cold concrete floors, that hide the truth behind it all.
Silence, because people in poverty, people with darker skin and
a different pronunciation of words aren't "normal".
Silence, because today normality is ignoring humanity
and we are being stripped from the flesh we are born in.
Silence. Silence is the virtue of fools, and broken souls.
Silence is the virtue of every immigrant mother who just wants
to help her family live another day without the judgement of
this world on their shoulders.
Silence is our virtue, but we must learn to throw our middle fingers up
and take what is rightfully ours. Our freedom and our right of just BEING.
Silence is our virtue, but we must learn to speak.