Poetry About Censorship

A thick black line crosses the paragraph. The missing words become newly visible. A reader wonders who feared this sentence. Copies travel quietly from hand to hand. Silence imposed is never truly empty. Under the ink, language keeps its pulse.

Nothing here is only what it seems. The missing words become newly visible. A quieter history moves underneath. Copies travel quietly from hand to hand. The patient eye discovers another current. Under the ink, language keeps its pulse.

A thick black line crosses the paragraph. Time moves, but the image does not leave. A reader wonders who feared this sentence. It returns us to suppressed speech, banned books, erased records, fear, power, and language that continues through resistance. Silence imposed is never truly empty. The day continues with a more attentive heart.