They renounce her name,

As though they ever owned it,

calling her emotional, liar, attention-seeker,

Asking for it.

As though they would know how to listen

if she spoke.

As though she is not just a woman

weeping for the innocent.

Prejudice turns his back,

teeth filled to the brim with excuses

and laughter. His grin calls her 


She calls home

But the line is no longer in service.

By Marlena Clement, Class of 2019