1 June 2020 5:36 am

We recurred to poetry not because it was in vogue 

But for salvation 

Because we were hurting

Because we are still being killed

We are the minorities

The misunderstood

The colored people, the effeminates

The weird and the crippled 

The ones you don’t want to see and

rather believe don’t exist

So you strip from us from our freedom

From our basic rights

From our lives.

We are no longer the few, the silenced by 

your hatred 

We are the sick and tired of your tyranny 

We are the restless ones hunting you in nightmares

Burning down your houses

your peace of mind.

While you lay sleeping we are scheming 

We are raising hell on earth 

For we learned to live in flames

And are about to show the heated heart and minds of a generation that has had enough,

and is gasping for air. 

We are breathing. 

Irving Diptera