If Your Smoke Reaches Me Again
If Your Smoke Reaches Me Again
If Your Smoke Reaches Me Again
If Your Smoke Reaches Me Again
If Your Smoke Reaches Me Again
If Your Smoke Reaches Me Again
If Your Smoke Reaches Me Again
If your smoke finds my lungs again,
I will write louder.
I will speak where silence used to live.
I will send your name
to every wall
where grief has no filters.
You will not be safe
in your slogans.
You will not hide
behind advertising gloss.
I will name your poison.
I will name your price.
And I will drag your breathless legacy
into the daylight
until the world stops calling it freedom.
You may not feel the damage.
But I do.
Every day.
So if your smoke reaches me again—
know this:
I won’t stop
until I reach you back.
With words.
With truth.
With the sharp air
you thought I didn’t deserve.