Meryl Stratford Hallandale Beach (LD)
Into the quiet classroom
of the mind comes flying
the furious teacher with a lesson
of fear. This bullet
is not a bullet, it's merely
a word, something the mouth
makes for the delicate ear,
something the breath sends
that troubles the air, a ballet
of sound moving through silence
that explodes in an image as sudden
as death. Where is the wound?
It bleeds in the minds of a million
grief-stricken girls. They will be
pilots, doctors, warriors,
poets. They will sit on the ground
in the dust, just to learn.
Originally published in the anthology Malala: Poems for Malala Yousafzai, FutureCycle Press, 2013.
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