-A poem about something I need to improve upon as a human.
Silence is not silent,
it is actually loud and violent—a slur in itself.
Silence is a choice
that hurts people in order to avoid hurt feelings.
Silence fills rooms
with a void that lets hate echo off the walls and out the window.
Silence is solidarity
with the polite myths we use to wash racism, dry it, and fold it back on itself.
Silence was never silent,
always loud and violent—a slur in itself.