The fist of God slammed into the light gray drizzle cloud,
her blue-black arm exploded with wind, an avalanche of hail,
an earthquake of rain, and the valley of racists went black.
In every direction over the mountains, the sky was full of peace,
a perfect blue, but in the valley, a thickening blue black skin.
You do not know me, she ranted. What makes you the right choice,
the better ones? I created all of this including you Yes, it was I.
Now, she let out a cascade of vowels, look to the sky. That's my color.
But no one in the valley was paying attention. No one was listening.
| Copyright © 2022 by Michael H. Brownstein Michael H. Brownstein’s volumes of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else and How Do We Create Love?, were published by Cholla Needles Press in 2018 & 2019, respectively. |
Is racism still alive and well? Check this out:
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I marvel at the authoritative voice of this poem. And, unfortunately, we need no reminders of racism's aliveness.
DeleteIn my comment above, the Rep reads a prepared speech. Obviously, the speech writer knows the Rep is a racist and that\s why those words are included. Notice also Trump is in the photo if you open the link. Why did he not pretest? Lastly, check out the reaction from her audience.
ReplyDeleteI went to the Yahoo article and did open the link. I have to tell you, though, that watching Candidate Miller and her Sidekick Trump sort of upset my stomach. You owe me a Seltzer water, Michael! If you spend much time watching stuff like that, you must have a stomach and gut with steel lining.
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