A Poem by Maria Morais
No.
One word.
For many of us, our first word.
So why is it so hard to understand.
Stop.
Everyone obeys.
Unless it comes from me.
Screaming but all you hear is a whisper.
Listen.
No one seems to.
With every word that goes unheard,
I feel more alone.
Human.
I am, you are, he is.
So why am I failed to be treated as so.
I’m not ready to let this go.
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