The word
“Disenfranchised”
Should feel heavier on your tongue than it sounds
The weight of it should
Make you distrust yourself
A little bit
*
It should unsettle something in you
It ought to feel like a spirit
Passed by and touched your arm
Until the hairs raised and little
Bumps made constellations on your skin
*
Or it should ring in your ear
And make your ear drums itch
So deep down a Q-Tip could not reach
Maybe it ought to feel like
Your uvula when you are sick
Red, aching, and constantly dry
*
You should feel like
I feel
I know
You can’t feel like I feel
Sometimes I don’t know how I feel
*
It’s a word that makes me
And all the feelings and memories
In me want to disappear
*
Pardon me if I wish you
Held a reverent pause, silence, or stammer
When you pronounced
Hundreds of years
Of pain in
less than a second of
Stolen time
My God on today. This poem.
"...I feel
I know..."
"Pardon me if I wish you
Held a reverent pause, silence, or stammer
When you pronounced
Hundreds of years
Of pain in
less than a second of
Stolen time"
This poem is just richness and sorrow
Wow