For Day 3 of NaPoWriMo I decided to do my own thing. This is based on Langston Hughes’ poem “Harlem” which can be found at Poetry Foundation.
What happens to a voice unheard?
Does it get lodged Like popcorn kernels behind a tonsil? Or deflate like a tire— And then collapse? Does it smell like singed hair? Or bubble and fizz— Like a chemical reaction? Maybe it just whispers Like cotton in one’s ears.
I woke up this morning and enjoyed a cup of coffee as I sat on my dry couch. When I looked up at the ceiling, I spotted a cobweb, and thought “I’ll clean that up right after I post this on social media.” I intend to call my sister today, because I haven’t talked to her for a few days. I have enough fuel to drive to see her in person if I want to. Before I go anywhere, I will shower in clean water, put on dry clothes, and drink some pure refreshing water. I might even eat some breakfast.
Today, the woman in the photo could only do one of the things that I listed. She woke up. 7 days ago Hurricane Maria hit Puerto Rico, destroying the island. This is what she has woken up to each day since. Each day gets worse. There is no electrical power. Hospitals are shutting down. Food is spoiling. Farms were obliterated by the storms, so there will be no fresh food. There is no clean drinking water. Despair is growing. Yes, the woman woke up today, but will she wake up tomorrow? What about the other 3 million American citizens who are trapped on the island?
#SpeakUpForPuertoRico – This is a “Major Disaster” and it must be declared a Major Disaster by the US president before they will receive all the help that is available. So far, it has been approved as an “Emergency Declaration” which does provide assistance, but not enough. #BeAVoice #PuertoRico