Hidden Faith

We call ourselves,

Queens.
We call the men we love,

Kings.
We see in the faces of our youth,

Greatness.

But each day our light is snuffed

Out.

Our tears run down to our collarbones,

Unabated.

Our community is enveloped by an unmitigated ,

Anguish.

Our mouths are filled with unending voiceless,

Screams. 

But each day particles of hope seep into our

Hearts.
©Esther Moreira
Support InstaWriters August Prompts hosted by @journee_nicole and @t.alva
Heavy Crowns by @theannacorniffe

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