Been in my head
watching shit go down and not responding—
ya know? Doing what I’m told and walking fast—faster
til the street’s out of view—behind the wall—round a corner.
Thought that's what you do. The other person's
more injured—let em be.
But the stress now. My brain is in a knot.
The thought is...would be nice to hit someone.
Ya know? I’m thinking hands up is I SURRENDER. It’s
I GIVE UP.
The cheek I’ve turned again and again
is a thorn—and a thorn—I've buried deep inside my head—
I mean I'm the one who's stuck it there!
Now a little voice getting louder—YA KNOW?—
until the thorns come bursting out my hands.
I DON'T CARE WHAT I AM.
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU ARE.
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!
And that's how it happens:
a whole nation—poof.
-In response to May Day, 2017
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