It’s enough to be sad
You don’t have to cry
It’s enough to be in pain
You don’t have to keel over, bend over, fall to the floor writhing and screaming
They should know what they’re doing to you is eating your insides
They shouldn’t need to see your flesh decay
But maybe that’s what they want
Society is a story of power ending up in the wrong hands
The hands around my neck are celebrated
The dagger in my back is adored
It’s enough to exist outside the margins
You don’t need to be exiled, disposed of, deleted from the records
Living is suffering
They should already hear our screams.
MERRI WORDS 