before you go into your conscience car wash…

help me understand
you’re willingly supporting
a racist rapist
are you really profiting
that much from selling your soul

 

hard rain…

memories
rain upon a tin roof
so gentle at first
almost soothing
but
as night hours linger
dark clouds begin to gather
and the rain pours down
harder than when
they were not memories
somehow
returning pain is stronger
than its first moments
were we not taught
that time heals all
but
apparently not
the pain of memories
in the night

 

fatal crash…

the explosion
will send shards
of
hot metal
and
warm
human flesh
in all directions
the victims
will have
no
chance
for
survival
since
the driver
has been
excessively speeding
speeding
in an armored
vehicle
plated
with
privilege
privilege
that
no one
chose
to challenge
even
those
charged
with
the responsibility
to
slow
irrationale drivers
failed
to
disrupt
the illogical course
of
a nation
letting
a driver
under the influence
of
power
to
not only
demolish
a
nation’s history
but
also
its
people