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SandScript 2020

SandScript is published annually at the end of the spring semester. All works of prose, poetry, and visual art that appear in SandScript are created by students attending Pima Community College.

SandScript is published annually at the end of the spring semester. All works of prose, poetry, and visual art that appear in SandScript are created by students attending Pima Community College.

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I have been a mute only living through observation because I’ve never had the voice to speak to

gain an experience of my own.

I can’t tell you how many times people have told me, “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you

speak”

And I can’t help but think that I now speak in written words and not so much actual words. You

won’t hear my voice but you’ll hear it, you’ll feel it.

Until I discovered poetry, I realized I hadn’t been able to write more than one word replies.

With poetry I don’t have to hold back what I want to say on the inside.

The way my words now end up colliding like newlyweds on their honeymoon,

Poetry is my excuse to use my voice again.

With poetry I found out my voice can come out of hiding, can be found again, can be restored.

I find that I can only get people to listen when I’m speaking in similes or metaphors.

I hope one day soon my sentences will slow down and I won’t have to feel like there’s a

stopwatch tied to my chest

POETRY

With poetry I don’t want an excuse to be silent anymore,

I want to be able to use my voice to fill the room with air without feeling like I’m suffocating.

I want my voice to leave people silent, to leave them speechless. I no longer want to feel like my

words are meaningless.

This is how poetry has restored me.

My words don’t stumble as much with poetry, a clear conscience where they aren’t afraid to hide

the truth anymore.

Poetry gives me the space to not have to worry about my sentences feeling like a countdown.

Poetry is the only way I allow myself to speak. This is how poetry found me.

This is how I speak.

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