The Trampled Woman

A poem dedicated to a survivor of police brutality and a reminder to advocate for non-violence

The trampled woman
was shouting “peace”
in the midst of war,
her heart near-bleeding
for a world not yet born.

She is a seer
A voice for the forced,
for the voiceless,
for the unified.

The woman
was shouting “peace”
at the police at war with the people,
with themselves, with their callous orders.

Police upon their horses
trampled this woman
hooves made merciless,
eyes distant,
minds amended by authority.

Leaving this woman
fallen from her walker
differently abled,
able to ache with us all.