Standing, breathless, eyes tightly shut,
Hands behind your back
Holding onto each other as if
By holding yourself down
You can stand tall
And let out your words.
Blinking, you focus
On the spaces between
The faces of the mob
At your feet.
You hands clench,
And you fear
That they are all watching you shake
And laughing behind their facades.
The mic in front of you swells
As if to swallow you
And you steel yourself
Not to flinch away.
Your eyes meet
With the eyes of the man
At your feet,
And he nods
And smiles,
And so you breathe in,
You open your mouth,
And speak.



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