Illiterate to Equality

Illiterate to Equality

as originally published on The Starving Artist

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I hear there are one million

twenty-five thousand, one

hundred nine point eight

words in the English Language –

as of 2014 – and I

wonder, have I heard them

all.  I fear

in my eight thousand three

hundred ninety-five

days of life, all the words

I don’t know.

 

To explain the

death of thirteen Colombine kids

as an anniversary – a collective

remembrance – of tears and yet

to call this

a Wednesday.

 

It’s just Wednesday.

 

The syllables choking my

breath

 

and to read

comments of black Southern schoolkids

arrested

for immaturity.  It just doesn’t

translate in a world

 

where white rapists go free.

This is freedom.

 

While there is

no synonym for justice

 

mishandled this way.  Though maybe

she [justice] is waiting

in the two-tenths of a word

Google counted

as missing.  Perhaps twenty sixteen

 

has found them – the letters

to clarify

 

how eighteen inches of rain could displace

Texas families from Home – there are

desperate words for their

sodden tears – with rhyme schemes

 

to embroider

a family’s drowning life

in a sidebar notation of

scarcity –

 

no one reads

the words of Nigeria’s absent water

supply. And so those words

go uncounted.

 

In a world

illiterate to equality.

 

I listen

for words I don’t hear.

© 2017 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.