Dear Mr Trump.A Poem by RibhyMayCan you hear that Mr Trump?
Can you hear that, Mr Trump?
That is the sound of fear. That is the sound of a mother, Fearing for the lives of her and her little boy, As the hijab on her head is no longer a symbol of empowerment, But one of hostility. Can you hear that, Mr Trump? That is the sound of devastation, That is the sound of a man, shaking. Kissing his husband, holding him close and realising, They may both have to sink back into the shadows, Of the closet they both fought relentlessly to climb out of. Can you hear that, Mr Trump? That is the sound of insecurity. That is the sound of a crying little girl, Hastily covering up her thighs, Because the big boys at school thought it was OK to pinch them, Because "Mr Trump said it was OK" to do so. Can you hear that Mr Trump? That is the sound of terror. That is the sound of a young black man, No longer feeling safe in his own country, Wondering when his skin stopped meaning human, And instead started screaming"target practice" Can you hear that, President Trump? That is the sound of the silenced.
© 2016 RibhyMayAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on November 12, 2016 Last Updated on November 12, 2016 AuthorRibhyMayDevon, United KingdomAbout- Unconventional Writer. - One of Britain's most average specimens. - Socially inept. - Has good days and bad days. - Likes crap telly and hot beverages. - Is somewhat musical. - Life ambition:.. more..Writing
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