Victim

Iam a victim in a time and space when blue collar white wash claims it is not spiritual to be so.

Like I had any choice in being berated and violated all those years. My muzzle fit tight around my pride at being so poised.

I am angry in a time and space when white collar bluebirds take us away in carnival rides and money bags dangled in the future to keep my pain quiet.

I am sad in a time and space when yellow jaundice and cancer ridden red knecks spite my privilege to be upset.

I am hurt in a time an space when purple pansies keep green pastures of hard work to set me straight.

I am crying in a time and space when blue jazz drowns brown bag lunches jealous to give me something to cry about.

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