The poem revolves around the fear of speaking the truth out loud in a polarised country.
'Who is the victim? Who the perpetrator of the crime? Answers to these questions are turned on their head.'
'Of nerves gently settling into the grass, of losing balance and arguments in the train'.
A poem on constant vulnerability, and the fading lines between safety and brutality.
'We fight over things that people say, not over things they don’t. We pay more attention to their words, and not what their silence condoned.'
Putting my phone on silent has been an act of preservation instead of rebellion.
'We are silent shadows crossing our thresholds'.
The men, the women and the battles to be fought inside and out.