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Volume 56
Issue 1

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  • Poetry
Found Poem: The Voice That Comes to Life
Lacy Creswell, Alia Sherrow
I sit in the corner a year silent as the grave. 
I don't say nothing.
I think about them dead. They fight, they run away.
What good it do?
I don't fight. I stay where I'm told      
but I'm alive.
They crack my skull, they crack my ribs, they blind me in one eye 
I can't talk.      
I never say nothing back. I never stand up for myself.
She say, you deserve more than this. 
Seeing you buried.    
You got to fight them for yourself. 
Make them call you by your real name.
Then you put a record on, it come to life.       
Hell no.          
I stand up. My name Mary Agnes, I say
I'll kill them dead before I let them beat me. 
I stand up.        
I turn round to leave.     
I got to fight them for myself.