Post the Ninety-Sixth or Its Starting to Feel

Never

Understood the point

Of posturing

Moving through

Life

As rote

The store clerk

Approaches

Big white and gay

Self-important vacancy

Searching

For meaning

Beady eyes

The color of a tidal pool

Attempting to scrutinize

My every move

To him

Suspicious

It’s always

The stupid ones

Who think

They are

Intelligent

Riotous paper chains

And gaudy lights

Obscure meaning

Plasticine smiles plastered

Over bleached

Faces

Full of emptiness

Crying

War on Christmas!

War on Wholesomeness!

War on Goodness!

They wonder

How to stop it

How to protect

Themselves from

The encroaching Brown

Masses

There is a war

Going on

But they are not

The casualties

Beige mouths

The size of football fields

Gobbling up resources

And my people

The Indigenous

Queers

Trannies

Black, Brown and Red

Are left

Outside in the heat

Fumbling for scraps

Sometimes knowing

Is not enough

I under

stand

Now

The reason for

Posturing

Is

Easy

Deceptive

Destruction

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About witchymorgan

I'm a 22 year old womanist, sex positive, pansexual, polyamorous, queer, bruja, transwoman. Social justice activist by day, social justice activist by night. Fun! View all posts by witchymorgan

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