Blank, Black Screens

I give Erma my phone under the shade of her hydrangeas. With 90-year-old hands the color of mahogany, she scrolls through blank, black screens.

“Is it broke?”

“It’s a silent protest,” I answer. “A show of support.”

She hands my phone back. “Sugarchild, silence only supports the oppressors. It’s our voices that will set us free.”

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