Fragments of a new forming Spoken Word

There is now a new microphone

The emphasis of our worlds made known

As words trickle out

From our mouths to your headphones

And the distance we’ve created

Becomes tightly closed

As lives and worlds are intertwined

And my words reach your ears

As your hands reach out to mine

And I learn so quickly to sympathize

Empathize

Because these words aren’t just words

And these thoughts aren’t just mine.

Our generation, these generations

Have nothing in the way of stopping them

Except themselves, ourselves,

 As we continue watching this in our perpetual apathy

And this kind of confused breed of careless complacency

As we pretend to reach out to the least of these,

Our silence proves nothing more

Than disconnected unbelief

And you sit there

So busily absorbed in your computer screen

Thinking surely what you say

Won’t affect people individually

Won’t affect the community

Won’t make such a difference culturally

That someone loses their identity

Because surely

There is a new realm here entirely

In which these messages are more than fantasies

And there is more to our words

Than some misunderstood reality

But really.

The words that you speak

Can heal or they kill

No one ever really thinks that they will

But they do

They can hurt or they can build

Put up fences and walls

Or raise up those that words have killed

They can break a heart

Or restore a relationship

Make something right

Or draw out the worst of it

They can help someone find the strength to fight

Or they can point out weakness

Make darkness from the light

Or bring awareness to a sickness

Your words could be a rally cry

Or they could slaughter everyone

But really.

These words won’t affect anyone.

Will they?