is not a joke.

My words
deserve their
sunshine
just as much
as yours.

Si džuvľi
na e buksa.

My name
misshapen in your
mouth,

jagged edges
and clipped
vowels
like the clipped
wings of

my ancestors.

na ačhav bilaveskeri

I will not be silent.

Talk over me
Talk around me
Talk about me
Talk without me

na ačhav bilaveskeri

I will not be silent.

My words
deserve their
sunshine
just as much
as yours.

You took our
wagons,
You took our
songs.

You took our
lives in
your hands
and scattered
them against the
wind

our

bones

falling

like

scattered

rain.

I gathered
them in my
arms

So many bones
so many words
so many silent

screams.

My voice

is not a joke.

My words
deserve their
sunshine
just as much
as yours.

na ačhav bilaveskeri

I will not be silent.

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