The Politics of Living: Which Side Are You Gonna Take?
While you listen to rap with closed windows
There is a man being shot in the streets
Blood stained skin and red and blue lights flicker like
stardust in the background
You tell me I am lovely and ask if I speak English
While the children are being lit up with toxic fumes for
loving their native tongue
You do not offer me a place at the table
But instead, ask to wipe your mouth on my sleeve
And I will let you, with a smile
Because that’s the American way
--Hannah M. Tyree
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