At The Whisper and the Roar, Candice Louisa Daquin (of TheFeatheredSleep) roars for justice.
Today my sisters and brothers
there is simmering fine-grained rage in the quiet pockets of woman all around the world
rage has not left the room
it is bottled in corners like a fizzing drink about to explode
rage has no accent or specific color
it owns the language of all who came before
it is the woman who is violated when there were only five humans on this earth
it is the child who is taught to condemn women as their first lesson and does not understand
why the woman who nurtures him is trampled on
rage is a quiet supermarket and a grocery shopper
who stands at the canned beans aisle with tears pouring down her face
for she would rather spend hours picking out canned goods than face
the ire of her husband and the laws that do not protect her from being beaten
black and blue
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