Why Words?

i have to say it in words
while all he does is look-touch-feel;
making him un-ignorable
is my task

words are my refuge
from the battles of the street
battles fought on my body
with eyes, with fingers, with minds

words are my weapon
a weapon he cannot use
till someone hands them to him
in what he dares call a song

words are the vents
of anger, loathing, even pity;
they are the only tools i have
to gather us against him

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