Rise- TBP in the Al Khemia Poetica

First Published in Al Khemia Poetica as part of Women’s History Month

rise above the opinionated heads
on the stooping shoulder of the demised desires
on your sturdy legs or on the stilts
but rise and become the voice of the unspoken
the war cry of the mute
the hoarse whispers of the fallen
in the crevice of the night



when their tongue is sliced and gutted out
and vultures are feeding on their dead entrails
don’t be a mute spectator
they will speak through you
like an apparition,
like a ghost in the machine,
and will beg you to stay
be a Massiah
ready to be burned at the stake



enrage their souls
buried deep with their shame
your tongue born out of the fire
raising the hair at the back of their neck
speaking in unborn tongue
like a catalyst for a revolution
you give them a mission
a purpose,
a reason for their crestfallen souls,
a tourniquet for their bleeding wounds,
a moment to survive,
a shiny glimpse of the future.



bedazzle them
rise like Phoenix
out of thin air
devour the stench of pointy accusations


Rise up to see a new Dawn
like the hope
neatly tucked in the crevices

of the unbroken seed.

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