Sit Down, Shut Up
These voices are too loud, less in volume
than their incessant surety. They speak
with the perverse authority sanctioned
by a life I cannot comprehend. See,
their pain, no less valid, is much louder
than the less-told stories could hope to be.
Were they born to the pulpit? Do they know
through privilege-glasses what we cannot?
No one ever told them to sit down, shut up
and take notes. People listen when they speak, or shit,
but now’s not their turn.
This is an attempt at a curtal sonnet, but I was very lazy about the meter, so it is what it is. I don’t know how well this subject matter is going to come across, if at all, but I feel pretty strongly about people attempting to speak for minorities and had to say a thing today.