When Addressing the Demander-In-Thief

The deep red dirt of my earth belly stepped on. My jukebox heart bashed in. We are measured for lynching rope neckties. Our bones made kindling for your bonfire furies. We are bullied, berated, families separated. You grab pussies, mock the disabled and marginalized. We are rubbed out by your tiki torch-wielding, sick-ass sycophants. Still, the starlight electricity in our eyes grows fiercer by the hour. Our resolve lights up the night. Your misery may have its way with us, but you’ll never kill our spirit.

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