Soul Food: The Quake

The Quake

Raven Gantt

I am expolosive

Call me bomb or quake

Call me pain

A mother’s scream

Her son’s body

A fist, high and unafraid

I am a ticking, unstable thing

I eat bullets for breakfast

And hold freedom at night

I, too, am leaving the kitchen to sit at the table

I am the silenced voice

I am finally released

You will hear me and feel the earth


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