Just a regular girl going about her regular business on a regular day that took a very irregular turn. Three years older than my own daughter. This could have been my daughter, except that it couldn't because my daughter is white. Sandra was black. That made all the difference. Pulled over for failing to use her car blinker for a lane change, she faced the evil of racism in one whose duty is to protect and serve all of our citizens. She was arrested on trumped up charges of nothing and on her third day in prison was found hanging from the end of a plastic bag. Death by suicide. That's the story from the authorities. I believe that's not the end of this story. Once again, I feel shock, disgust, a personal failing of some sort by the sheer whiteness of my complacency.
Take my chariot words
Mere bluster
Swill for the stampede
All I can muster
For now
And then.
Or my rapacious deeds
Pithy and brightless
Forging no light
Less than more
Light, less
Brightness
Take my fiery frills
Of no stance
Shy swagger, a fist raised
Sheer romance,
Thumbs up praise
I am part of IT
See fit to pretense
Anguish, incense
But I’m IT
I am IT
Could I shiver more?
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