memo to self

your words can sound
as if you were
on a plane
with sages
who find spirit
in each breath
no matter how small
or silent

your voice can sound
as if a rock
once rolled away
from your throat
and opened a path to
insurrection

your every line of speech could be such
that one hundred years from today
a condemned prisoner
could recite any of them
and gain clemency
from a hanging judge

knowing this
what of your voice
do you care to waste

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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