101.
dash cam video
view from outside
Philando Castile‘s last
moments days after
a jury found the shooter
‘not guilty’
broke this camel’s back
storing
grief and rage in
my camel’s hump,
also known as my
heart and mind, for
months, sipping it slowly
like the house cocktail
served poolside
but…
this libation has
an after taste
languishing on
my tongue turning
my insides outside
can any human take in
this much rage and not explode
can any human watch this and
not be filled with fury
racism,
classism,
sexism
are
real
201.
policies, practices,
and standard operating
procedures masked as
civil bureaucracy are
informed and designed to
keep the ‘other’ out
the bar for who’s ‘other’
shifts yet remains the
same today as nearly
1,000 years ago it’s just a
matter of who is ‘other’ to you
racist white women rant
they don’t want their
tax dollars going to feed
‘lazy nigger children’
sport black eyes starred by
husband’s fist
board meetings make plans
for urban improvement, we won’t
call it gentrification, include
tom, dick, and harry
but whose representing malik
301.
racism is real
sexism indoctrinated
classism the order of everyday
13 rich white men feel
100% qualified to draft
a health care plan impacting
1/3 of the US economy
hundreds of millions
in the palm of their hands
them with no fiscal oversight
because…
racism is real
sexism indoctrinated
classism the order of everyday
401.
gun violence
plagues every
community. decades
find common sense
measured with disdain
even though cars are
licensed, registered, and insured
a congress member is shot now
it’s time for a bipartisan
conversation
never mind
sandy hook?
or aurora?
or…
Post Grad.
full of rage and grief
turning me bitter and hostile
give me pause from my constant
‘rant against racism’
film in hand he is
laughing little white boy
fills the screen blank
check in hand when
i started lecturing
cue ‘tenets of
white privilege’
sometimes it’s funny
because it’s just funny
it doesn’t have to mean
anything
ashamed my rage
repaints my kid’s
innocence i check
myself and quick
fearfree living 
Wanda, you are on a roll with the poetic commentary on the American scene. I love your take and gritty pronouncements.
This metaphor struck me: “…sipping it slowly
like the house cocktail
served poolside>…”
Thank you for adding your voice, your thoughts, your feelings to the talk of the day. xoxoA
I’m trying out different poetic devices to tell the stories. Thinking perhaps it’s time to workshop…
this libation has
an after taste
languishing on
my tongue turning
my insides outside
so powerful Thank you