Good night white pride.
How do you wash the filth off?
Agitation.
It’s time to wake up America.
Gassing starts at midnight.
“Organ grinders music in the yard.
Lucky fortune wrapped in rosy paper.
Knock knock, who’s there, it’s Adolf’s heartchen knocking.”
– Wisława Szymborska
I hear the grinding of organs.
Carbon monoxide poisoning turns the skin red.
White supremacy, nazis, haven’t a heart.
Foreboding.
History repeats itself.
Divide and conquer.
.
Protestors vs Rioters.
Black women vs. White women.
Peaceful vs. Violent
Who’s my ally?
The perfect soundbite.
A succinct meme.
Flesh and blood.
Lungs gasping, tears falling.
An avatar.
Pawns.
A hoarder delights.
He threw me down in the car and choked me in front of my kids.
He raped me as my 7 year old son listened from the next room.
You punished me for failure to protect.
The court questioned my ability to house, feed and provide healthcare.
Look at you now, American pride.
Patriarchy gone wild.
Words Hurt 