Big Man
Big man walks easy
Owns everything he looks at
Turn his big eyes and his big head and says nothing
Because he doesn't have to
Big man walks with a hitch in his step
Because he is giddy with his owning
I have forgotten how to access my voice
I am so adept at saying nothing that when I do speak it has become indistinguishable from silence
Big man is my brother
So I coddle his unruly
Big man is my father
So I forgive him untethered
I am afraid of how loud my voice gets and still goes unheard
I am weary from not owning anything
Not even my body
I am ever startled by the sound of my own voice
It is not mine, it's his
It is plucked and seashell necklace
It is used against me until I uncle
Big man crosses the street without looking
He knows I will stop for him
Knows the concrete of his forehead is bang enough for anyone's buck
He slows down as he walks past me
Tilts his big head in my direction
And grins, eaten worlds
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