Why Words?

i have to say it in words

while all he does is look-touch-feel;

making him un-ignorable

is my task

words are my refuge

from the battles of the street

battles fought on my body

with eyes, with fingers, with minds

words are my weapon

a weapon he cannot use

till someone hands them to him

in what he dares call a song

words are the vents

of anger, loathing, even pity;

they are the only tools i have

to gather us against him

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