A bigger crime
to wield black skin
and persevere
as woman
in a place
built on pillage
than of
the particulars
of
34 felonies
by way
chapped lips
of jaundiced
skin.
A land…
bound together
by melanin
and shared experience,
the earnestness
of humanity
found in creativity –
not by hate
spouted by bigots…
power in numbers
to cut of
the spigot,
that is vitrol
and rivet it
shut…
what the fuck?
exasperated at the
blathering of foolishness,
fat ass man
uncouth in
ill fitting suits
poodle on head
powered with audacity
to think
that I will kow tow
but,
the wise wont bark
with you…
sans lil’ bow wow,
as you are deplorable
ineloquent and
karma will
come calling
as Rome
crumbles.
A reading of the piece… by way of ambient sound (Music credit: Domenique Dumont – To Unknowia)
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