Louder than Monsters
By: Calla Fuqua

I can’t unhear your ignorance, I can’t unsee your belligerence,
The potential difference you swore you’d make, and the carnivorous path
You chose to take.
You are louder than monsters.

Heaven must scare you and your desire to dissipate,
Your chance to incriminate, the problems you exacerbate,
I can’t articulate your need to intoxicate.
Your laughter is louder than monsters.

You fabricat your pity you pretend to give, as you wait for me to forgive,
That night I have to relive when I dream, of our short lived view of how happiness seemed.
Back then how could I have known that you were louder than monsters.

Your grip on me becomes tighter, the more your desire for me expires,
The more you secretly become a liar, and the more I ask myself why her?
Her voicemails are louder than monsters.

I end up on the floor, after you hit me and you swore,
You don’t say I love you anymore, the way you used to before,
And now I’m just your little *****, you pretend to love as if it’s a chore.
Your silence is louder than monsters.

I pray for you and the guilt you must feel, screaming out our window,
frantic to appeal, for the pain you caused solely so you could heal.
Your lies are louder than monsters.

You laugh when I say no, giving me a messed up world you pretend to know,
Now it’s my turn to outgrow you and your plateau, the one you promised
To let go. While I undergo the pain you overflow.
My screams are louder than monsters.

I still tell myself you love me after you throw your fists, holding tight to my wrists,
As I keep allowing the crimes you commit, to become imprints from the pain you inflict.
This pain is louder than monsters.

Now, nobody seems sincere, every scar is like a souvenir, You leave me speechless, when you sip your beer, like you didn’t just make my whole world disappear,          
You say you are not louder than monsters.

All I can do now is reminisce, look back on moments like our first kiss,
Before you led me into this abyss, before I was unable to dismiss the thought,
“What kind of monster does this?”
Someone who doesn’t know he is louder than monsters.

I dream about the day I can throw out your ashtray, The day
I can cast away you whole, no more arms to control my body’s soul,
A day where I no longer have to be your wife,
A day where I can play a character in my own life.
A day where love is louder than monsters

She's getting louder
speaking truth to power

Atefeh Rokhvand's getting louder
speaking truth to power

Speaking truth to power
she's getting louder

A KAAS fighter getting louder
speaking truth to power

She took the floor away from ****** Blinken
Extremely ****** of with a lying Secretary of Genocide monster - from her eyes, no winkin

As they pulled Atefeh out to the exit door
she raised her voice of truth even more

She's getting louder
speaking truth to power

Atefeh Rokhvand's getting louder
speaking truth to power

Speaking truth to power
she's getting louder

A KAAS fighter getting louder
speaking truth to power

Showing the world what holding a despot accountable until his final days looks like
She used her honest, accurate words instead of her ******* to tell Antony Blinken, Take a hike

"The prettiest revolutionary" is a role model of social justice activism, an icon for her daughter and many others
I'm sure her and my loved ones who have passed on are smiling and all of Gaza's martyred mothers

She's getting louder
speaking truth to power

Atefeh Rokhvand's getting louder
speaking truth to power

Speaking truth to power
she's getting louder

A KAAS fighter getting louder
speaking truth to power

By: Najwa Kareem

Written on 11/16/25

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