#theeforvendetta

when they pictured you in them?

When I pictured you in them.

Glass canopies within my

glass fantasies now stained

glass fragility built into the framework

of a now shattered glass rain.

I absorb the cuts because I gave them to myself

even though

you gave them to me

even though

I knew better than to ignore the frailty

perhaps in my grey state

I figured only osteoporosis was in my bones but it looks to be in the skeleton of the fantasy

Glass and bones shatter all the same, it seems.

“Whose Glass House Fell?”

crashing down between your legs

until the taste of your essence

engulfs my senses and

I can no longer think

because I'm drowning in

your sea and at the same time

rescued by your thighs and

lapping up the nectar draining

from inside

Bathe my tongue in your sweat

running and flowing rivers toward your

verisimilitude, overflowing my

consciousness until the only

thing left to do

is drown

in your

truth

“Chasing Waterfalls”

America. The celebratory nation of mass murderers and homicidal bigots pedaling religion in the name of freedom and manifest destiny but pushing a history of

voyage instead of conquest,

exploration instead of colonization,

cohabitation instead of inhabitation,

cooperation instead of cultural destruction,

divine right instead of genocide,

consent instead of rape,

bartering instead of pillaging.

But I'm told it's not what it was but what it is now that's important.

“Happy Thanksgiving”

gleaming in the lights

distinct from the others.

"Can you teach me?"

One says.

"You're so good

I want to dance like you."

Another token in the machine.

“Token”

vs what it actually turns out to be:

Every black person should get free therapy as part of reparations.

Every man/boy should be required to go to therapy starting at age 12.

Every wywxmn should be required to go to a black womxn therapist.