All the External Circumstances Creating Such Inner Conflict

Like how my funny bone don’t find all the systemic racism the least bit funny. Or how my cardiovascular system tires of all the blood that’s been spilled in the name of equality. My sternum sternly disagrees with the current presidency, and my bladder’s ready to leak Trump’s tax secrets. My hormones moan for those who’ve lost jobs or loved ones to violence and disease during these times. My abdominal cavity mourns all the cavities in the mouth of rotting democracy. My spleen screams at all the injustice it’s seen. My bone marrow longs for better tomorrows.

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