I was using a prompt for a civic poem, something responding to current events. I have a hard time with that sort of thing – I have so many thoughts and feelings, but trouble translating them into poetry.
I am a small voice.
I don’t add much to the crowd, to the call
and response. A small voice
and on the phone I stumble and slur.
I am a small voice
even in poems where I try to shout.
A small voice
but unlike before it is filled with rage,
it will not
be silent anymore.