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Outrage

Riots are the language of the unheard

If you are silent you are the oppressor

Broken glass is a thing, not a life taken

If you feel outrage at the riots

you are deaf to the pain

not mattering is agonizing

Too many murders of black people normalized

the rage sears a brand on my heart

I will riot with them, they are unheard

What did you expect? Quit the outrage

murder is not OK, never ever

your silence enrages me, condemns you

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by madswirl.com and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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