Feb 11


The taste of an empire is in the mouth or our people.
An empire controlled by white men
but that was built on the backs of slaves.
The white men offer it up on a golden platter to the rich,
their gloved finger's crossed behind their backs
as they propose it to the poor.
They glove their hands so the people will not see
the blood dried sockets of their old withered hands.
permanently stained on their collars because they
had to use their napkins to wrap up the bodies.
They carry a country on on their shoulders
but feel no weight of it.
It is a country that they stole.
These lands were once beautiful,
the Native American nursed this country
before it was ripped from their breast by the white men,
just like the children at the border from the arms of their parents.
How many hearts will break
before there are none more left to fracture.
About the Author: fire girl
" to choose to write is to reject silence" - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie