I can feel it
Your fear
The long, narrow fingertips of your voice reach out for me
Me… and others like me
In years past, those fingers simply tapped me on the shoulder
But more recently, their grip is strong
And the persistent shaking, undeniable
Your mouth moves, but the words are lost in the chorus of others
And as my eyes move from face to face to face,
All lips synchronized, all bodies tense,
The words no longer matter
The fear is there
In the sea of faces
In the oceans of sweat and tears and blood
In the low hum of mothers crying
And the loud roar of those seeking justice
And as I place my hand in yours,
I can feel it
The fear turns to courage
The pain to strength
And together,
We move forward.
Tori Burris Inkley
7/26/20
Tori Dreamer 