25/30

I did not know that my years of silence,

 discomfort in my own voice 

and my own skin

was only a slow, steady and building revolution 

a volcano rumbling, a purr not quite a roar in the back of a Lioness throat 

It was not complacency 

it was not solely out of fear 

I was simply waiting for my cue

waiting for the megaphone 

to be amplified in my lungs 

this is not just a voice 

this is on earth as it is in heaven

this is burning bush stop and listen

this is a pen,

in the hands of the author of everything

30/30, PoetryArielle Estoria