Louise Abbey Tacaca
Unknown is the enemy I fist fight with No face to bruise, no jaw to scar But on loop, I hear it say
"Staple your freedom, Slumber deep in your defeat"
I am getting sick of it-- Of fighting in quiet And deafening the noise it creates.
I am getting tired of creating much louder sounds: My voice and my punches.
I want to rest and accept that I can never win against its shadow.
Shut it out ! I'm losing every day!
I closed my eyes once, Only to realize I need to open them again.
To see the ground beneath my feet, Raging with histories it shared with those who also yearned for justice.
I lost my footing once, Only to realize I need to stand up firm again.
To feel the ground that embraced the bones at thousands of defeats to have this freedom; A place that would exist at some point when I meet death.
I cannot rest today, My ancestors died not to let a fascist rule. I cannot deafen my oppressor; I can start a riot.
I can never stay silent,
I will never be silenced.
Along with those who cannot see through the unknown.
Along with those who cannot stand up to search the unknown.
As the unknown can never show its truest form, the face of cowards in expensive suits and badges.
We are never to be silenced.
Artwork by: Joshua Anglioan Espulgar
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