SIlence Strm.

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Trevor Wentt

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As serpent sounds have slithered up from his lungs
Vibrated his vocal cords
And emanate throughout this classroom
I feel the rage of a lion well up within me

Three minutes of presented privilege have stopped time;
Imprisoning my mouth in silence as my mind screams from the rooftops
Aiming to give unmerited respect, while my ancestors lay chained and slain again

My hands shake in ferocity
Preparing notes to reduce his empire to rubble
But they remain unsteady on keys, so I've taken to the memoir of my hands
Hands built on the foundation of the scars and toils, and blood of my ancestors

The revolutionaries
The enslaved
The free
I will not stay silent, family

Waiting, lacking patience, my frame shakes
Aiming to unleash an onslaught of revealing questioning
Rendering his cloaked racist jargon exposed
For this classroom of theologians and ministers to see
And to stand against

So I wait

And at the opportunity to speak, I leap
Into the skin of
Huey and Medgar
Malcolm and Martin
Assata and Angela
Rosa and Fred
And pierce this darkness that we're enshrouded in questioning

WHO
ARE
THEY?

And as he responds with answers of those akin to Black Lives bodies and Native American activists
At this act of this, I sit unamused and unsurprised
The cataracts that cover his eyes are as clear to me as Aryan pride
And as my soul cries, I lay down a series of questions
Laying cracks into the castle of supremacy that his heart and mind dwell in

This is spiritual warfare
Quenching demonic darts with words of life
Slaying his caucasian Christ
And speaking truth to night

And as his arguments lay baseless as the supremacy that he perpetuates
I step back, enraged and in pain
But in full hope that my classmates will speak
Speak into the void and send his palace crashing into the sand that it's built upon

And I wait
And I wait
And wait
And silence

And with each second, the silence grows
Like a thousand daggers, my flesh is torn open
Breaking apart my chest cavity
Lacerating my heart
And spilling the life within me into the floor

And I don't know what's hurting more
The audacity of this man to speak these hate-filled words
Cloaked in anti-Christ apparel, in the presence of pastors
Or the violent silence that's shredding my body into fragments
As our Coloured Christ is hanged again upon that tree
Noosed in supremacy and privilege

Please speak
Please speak

And in a moment, the suffocation ends
As two friends, Zach then Ben
Question him and any base he has tried to equate with Christocentric mandates, no
Your base is in nothing but hate

But that moment is soon ended as another student
In an effort to take the supremacist mind state and make it palatable
Morphed his words into something to intake as transformational

And brokenhearted, I sit writhing in pain
As many take and eat, take and drink, of this spoiled communion
Forging a Christ robed in red, white, and blue
Tying up the noose and hanging the posterity of truth

And with blinded eyes, one mouth opens wide
Speaking death and lies, saying, Thank you
Thank you for your opposing views
Because they've brought needed hues into this homogenous classroom
So, thank you

And with that dagger to my heart from a supposed ally
Who often spoke of equality into patriarchal eyes, again my soul cries
For justice-and solidarity
And it's met with asphyxiating-silence

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