the mute also speak

and whenever language is not enough
to silence the sirens of oppression
we resist through how we still
persist on homes who refuse to end
 
and whenever talk is snatched from our lips
or hips silence also pours a hush-hush
but understood tone into the hearty crossroads
of prayers that we travel
gestures that we mix and breathing  
higher than any horror that wills
to murder a people’s history
 
today silence is louder
than taking itself to the grave
it is unsealed like the ones who gave
names to the song of this very day

© 2010 Natalia Molebatsi

April 2011