An ode to woke

Poets note: Beware of paying fealty to those who don’t pour into our cups (this piece is inspired by real life).

When I was sleep…
free rein was raged
on the estates
of the mind,
they demeaned and
accosted my humanity,
left me
abandoned
no quarter given
the precision granted
to the minimization
of that which
was inflicted
with precision…
intended to leave
me maimed
and left
for the wolves
to devour…
but alas
a higher power
declared that
it was wasn’t
my hour to
cower
or to be tendered flowers
in reminiscing
on final testaments
of my role
on Earth.

A live reading of the piece as part of the Pa and Son Adventures below:

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