Starving | Poem
Cries from heaven so loud they can
Deafen the pain of the politically oppressed
Figures that contort and writhe
Bodies that have been erased
Of kids, woman, and man
And the very same of those who the world fears to understand
Who the fuck said that learning something new was supposed to be easy?
But that’s no excuse for your hatred
No excuse for your mis-match rhetoric
No excuse for your abuse
No excuse for your agendas.
Why are you so damn afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Your religious escapism won’t protect you from the accountability that rests on your shoulders.
Where do my heros rest?
Where do my heros’ hearts lie?
On what side of the line can peace reside?
The line between the spiral of yin and yang reveals the true nature of mankind
Lack of composure
The wrong kind of selfish
For the wrong kind of cause.
Justification for evil
Justification for the meeting of dark hearts and dark minds
Plots and schemes to secure your place
To be protected from brown hearts and brown minds
Only an oppressor fears the rising of the oppressed.
Only the abuser fears the cry of the abused.
So, tell me again, America, why are you so afraid of your black and brown people?