“Be Silence,” by Nchedochukwu Ezeokoli

By Nchedochukwu Ezeokoli • 

the air rang clearly with the loudness of nothingness
lingering ever so gently
filling the empty spaces between the spaces
filled solely with atoms of life
she spoke to me
disrupting the stillness
mind raced in
fetching images of trauma past lived
repressing images of trauma presently living
your Father, says you are taking after me
says you pay him no mind
mind projects images
as ears accept the reverberating sound waves so casual leaving her lips
heedlessly destroying me as each wave carries the ill fated words to the center of my mind
obliterating peace
filling empty space
where solace i found
lost i became
your Father, she starts again
no, i interrupt
my Father, i begin

is a disease to society so carefully crafted
lovingly with hands of toxic masculinity
through the thorough care of sexism
feed sustenance of misogyny
upholding the patriarchy
epithets weighing heavily in the air
pressing strongly against my chest
conjuring a heart attack of emotion
my Father, I start
an abyss
absent of sound
a dessert
i will not cross
devoid of life sustaining water
slowly killing those who wander too far into its depths
for who he wants me to be is silence
ever so yielding to sound
giving way easily to his noise
subduing its nature
unquestioningly compliant

Bringing life to words and worlds through poetry and stories, Nchedo Ezeokoli is passionate about writing, non-western healing modalities, community building, and taking space.