Words

What an ugly space this is.

But you know that. I know, you know.

I want to hear what I’ve missed as I open my heart up to your words.

Speak into me and I will listen and share your honesty with my children.

Please don’t think I am trying to speak for you.

I wouldn’t begin to assume I know how heavy your words weigh on your tongue.

For too long we have tiptoed around what’s uncomfortable.

Discomfort for me, means you are suffering and I’m so sorry.

I am so very sorry.

I hope others listen up and change.

My God, there needs to be so much change.

I can be better, do better.

My words can be my privilege; to listen, to amplify, to speak up.

But words are just words and a black screen is just that.

We are nothing without action.

I won’t always get it right, but please know that I care.

I see your beautiful color and hear your justifiable rage.

Enough from me now. I’m listening.

“Emerge”

‘They try to break us. Silence us. Erase us. But through it all, we still emerge.’

Morgan Overton is an artist in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. For more of her collection >>Support Artists of Color<<