The Loudest Noise of All
He asked me, “ Why are you afraid?
Please tell me.”
I looked at him.
Looking closely is also an art, skillful.
I am never good at that.
I never was.
But I always felt that I must.
Sisters have bonded lives.
We had the same bonding, same heartache.
And I felt that looking closely is a bias when
We are prejudiced, tilted in one way or the other.
Growing up is a pain that rules many hide-outs.
But I always kept my faith. I was raised to keep my faith.
You are not a cause.
You are not a consequence.
But you are an utter truth
Living and ticking on,
you are a loud noise, the loudest of all,
which brings only a simile, just like the action of a rumor
Are you blind in your own black?
Are you a denial of my perforated, wounded, empty life?
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