Write.
How-can-I write?
When words cannot express the complexity of my
convoluted mind
saturated with images of
gunshots fired
from white badge to
black blood
triggering the
desensitization of
humanity.
Sleep.
How-can-I-sleep?
When dreams collide
with nightmares
as spray-tanned tyranny
becomes a
potentially
fatal
reality
In the midst of raising a child in
what was once called
“the land of the free.”
Speak.
How-can-I-speak?
With no money to
endorse this voice as a
hated minority
and a vagina
that seemingly resides
in the back seat
of this misogynistic train
we call
society.
Be.
How-can-I-be?
When the humanity
in you—
and her—
and him—
and them…
are a reflection of the humanity in me.
Wow! This poem explodes! It says much of what I have been feeling for months, the deep dread that this is the way America is heading, and, worse, that it has been going this way for some time. This is a tremendously crafted and powerful poem. Maybe writing can become a way to save our country.