There will be found a standing ground
a statement made without a word
a cry for ears to hear its plea
the final balance of words.
We are not invisible
to be forgotten or hidden
we are members of the same race
mental illness doesn’t cancel our place.
Our minds and our lives are not cursed
once we are mentioned you disperse
we cannot be fixed or cured
so we’re pushed to the side.
No longer. No longer.
Our voices will rise.
Our time has come, you’ve heard the rest
we’re first in line and it is you we will test.
A final point of discourse must take place
we are not subhuman, we’re members of your race.
(first appearance in MIGHTIER – Poets for Social Justice - edited 2022)