the unheard
in a privileged world all I can do is relay your pain to the rest of the world. hope you’re listening.
murky brown water I watch my people wade in it. waving documents of identification wishing they’re enough to prove their worthy of safety, of safe haven. oh my people you are worthy of so much more and yet the world is here to tell you that you’re not. eyes watch & ears listen to your cries but they fall upon deaf skies. your screams reach the privileged ears but they respond with silence. our hearts clench and won’t unclench until we see you free from the immortal world of danger you are in. so we interlace our hands, and we stretch our arms across oceans, reaching you, for you to hold on. hold on please. hold onto my outstretched hands, stretching for miles. please hold on. i’d tell you to come home but you already are.