NaPoWriMo #11

This poem is party inspired by a recent Toronto Star article (opinion piece?) about a young man who was sexually assaulted by four women.

The language of our undoing
is in newspapers
the running gag of sexual assault
and the mocked alarm of bullying
and suicide.

It isn’t enough to throw words
and deride fat people
isn’t enough to glory misspellings
despite editors
isn’t enough to tout freedom of speech
and push controversy.
It sells.

The language of our undoing
is in our mouths
the silent push past bodies
and the drained power of the Swear
from overuse.

It isn’t enough to praise freedom
with a clenched fist tight
isn’t enough to say “mine”
when the whole world breathes
isn’t enough to read
the lines of blight.

Something must click
a sigh
the great Unspoken.
© 2013 Robin A. Sams

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