Out of Print

Updated: Apr 10, 2020

Written by A Tiffany Richardson


We are no longer heard, They've taken us out of print, Reduced us to social networks Just to spread our word. I speak but no one listens, I write but no one reads. So where do they go All these words upon words That spill onto blank pages. I am rendered silent Speechless Because no one is responding. No one is buying What I am selling. No one is picking up The knowledge I am dropping. So I had to stop. Backtrack and retry another tactic. I am back. And I will be heard. Even if my words fall On deaf ears. I will teach them how to read my lips.

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