shhhhhhhhh

the life

i have

is shaking

in its

prissy

privileged

boots

as a fire rages

underfoot

suffering

abuse

thievery

that refuse

to be

defused

a rotten

yesteryear

empire

crumbling

as we speak

less

so other

better

voices

may be heard

refined

in fire

and the wide

open

spaces

created by our denial

no

my denial

oh

the irony

of using

my voice

to call

for my silence.

please

bear with me

blinded

by privilege

trying to pry

open my eyes

one

at

a

time

knowing

full well

there’s so much

I’ll never

fully

see.

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