Speech

much has been spoken
and not
on the deeds good
and brutal
and brutal again
from the hands
and tongues of earthlings human;
and those like i
white
and male
whose race and gender are overdone and over spoken
(awash in silver spooned existence)
have no right to speak for the black
or brown
for they have voices of their own for the pain
and the joy they know
to a depth
i can only listen at.
i would speak for the women in my life
and without
but how male
and white to presume that they
cannot
sing their lives for themselves.
i hear the voices of the trod upon, the belittled,
speak with power
i know nothing of.
perhaps i should speak
for voices i cannot tongue
falling earth, the wind on water, on glade, the sun against the living
and dead
though what etches the coral
and poisons the soil
screams from the privilege cloaking my person.
speech from my tongue
can only rightly be directed at the privilege there
and spoken to pull the white cloak from the (k)night.
elsewhere i shall be awed to
walk
and sit
and speak
in reverent silence.

 


 

About the Author:
Dan Becker is a Colorado builder, explorer, occasional poet.

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