Listen, by Pavithra Prabhu
They cut half-way through our sentences
When we don’t understand
Our emotions, directions, and
All these sensations
Running through our bodies.
Trying to confront you,
A mouse in a neatly cut hole in the wall.
Because they didn’t respond when
We gathered up our heart strings,
Held it up as a mic.
Only to resounded the crickets
And the static in the hollow of our hearts.
Because part of what we speak is wrong.
Our thoughts are the same sides of two
As giant five-year-olds
Forcing the two to stay.
The defiant, rebellious force
No longer fascinating,
We grew quiet.
What is right
In the circle of life?
Because all we needed was a pair of eyes
To look into our souls.
A pair of ears.
All filters removed.
A heart so big, it could shelter us both.
And our mouths, to never plead,