There must come a time
When the silenced speak
Voices break free from locked boxes
Kept underneath a royal bed.
The Little Mermaid lullaby lied
Teaching girls to sell their voice
For a promised Prince and
Immortal soul. Funny –
It was always the voice
That made us eternal
Yet cracked hands of crones
Claw down our throats
Snatching out our tongues
Tying them into bloody knots
Stop. Just stop.
Step back and voice an attack
On power-hungry predators
Trolls under internet bridges
The ists and isms – countless!
There is no power for them
When we stand in our plenty
We are not the minority
We are the Global Majority.
Take your seat upon their thrones
Which were always meant for you.
S. R. Crawford 