They waited for her.
Spears at the ready,
Gun power warming up,
She was their sole guide.
It was now or never
They had to fight today
To secure their future
She began to speak
They listened. She paused,
And looked afar…
“Cut!” says the director.
Father bought me a shirt
Said it would suit me
Washed and ironed it for me
Made me wear it on my birthday
Asked me to pose for a photo
And then a shaky selfie
Chided me to smile wider
Held the phone a little steadier
Captured his cherished moment
Sent it to all his friends,
Declaring I made him proud.
Voiceless, I made him proud.
Together they stick:
Gelled hair.
“You have the right to remain silent.”
Born mute.
Right!
The Chaos Within 