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š WOKE
(A Satirical Cadence Poem)
Loud-mouth, ears coveredā
she screams at the different other.
A war-cry, not of truth,
but of shielded self-discovery smothered.
She doesnāt speak.
She rails.
Foam-slick teeth in tribal talesā
Every āphobicā slur a spell she casts
at any mirror not painted to match her past.
āHuman?ā
No.
Demon.
Unless you echo her tone.
Unless you praise her throne.
Unless you break your spine to swear:
Her truth is the only known.
She calls herself enlightened,
while dragging logic to the gallows.
She gags when feelings rise,
and her shadows scream in shallows.
A choir of ātoleranceā
with pitchforks in their palms.
Burning books they havenāt read,
but swearing itās for calm.
A halo of hashtags,
a crown of moral fictionā
but inside, itās still
a little girl
with a god complex addiction.
They ālistenāā
but only to echo.
They ācareāā
until dissent shows.
They āfightāā
but itās shadowboxing ghosts
on the stage of a phone glow.
Donāt tell me itās progress
when fearās the price of speaking.
Donāt sell me utopia
where thought itself is leaking.
If you must screamā
scream knowing you're screaming.
But donāt call it virtue
just because itās trending.
Call it what it is.
Control.
Projection.
Delusion with a pride filter.
But donāt call it freedom
when my silence is
your only
acceptable
scripture.
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