Excuse me, I can't hear you--
your gun is speaking louder
than you do and yes,
you scare me, it isn't how
it ought to be--we are more
like each other than you can see.
I can't hear you
I can't hear you
your gun is speaking
louder than you do
and yes, it saddens me
because all I see--is a woman who
doesn't know who she could be.
I can't hear you
I can't hear you
your gun is speaking louder
speaking louder
There's no more you.
Written by Evelyn Augusto for Guns Don't Save People Poets Do. October 21, 2017
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
Excuse me, I can't hear you--
your gun is speaking louder
than you do and yes,
you scare me, it isn't how
it ought to be--we are more
like each other than you can see.
I can't hear you
I can't hear you
your gun is speaking
louder than you do
and yes, it saddens me
because all I see--is a woman who
doesn't know who she could be.
I can't hear you
I can't hear you
your gun is speaking louder
speaking louder
There's no more you.
Written by Evelyn Augusto for Guns Don't Save People Poets Do. October 21, 2017
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