I pound on my drums
Not to make sounds
But to make silence.
Silencing all the sounds I hate.
The tom’s deep bellow drowns out
Every insecure giggle
Every unnecessary apology
Every backhanded compliment.
When I smash the hi-hat
I shatter every alarm clock
Every phone ringing.
My foot does not kick the bass pedal.
It kicks in the teeth of
Every catcall, every whistle
Every rap song blaring out of a car to get my attention.
The crash is not named for the sound it makes-
It is named for the sound it breaks.
Crash every laugh behind my back
Crash every wrong name I am called.
My drumsticks are weapons of destruction
Muffling the deaths of
Every ignorant comment
Every midsentence interruption.
I drum so hard and loud
The sounds are obliterated
Floating in dark silence.
I live for the silence
The silence sustains me
I must destroy the sounds
Or they will surely destroy me.