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These weeks are trepidatious
cicadas gone silent
saying nothing
no grand jury to get it out of them
Dizzy voices remembered
everything worth saving
nothing else for sure
the face a of a kid on concrete
small pool of blood
riot cops surrounding
no shouts no tear gas
just sun
my mother fell down the stairs
no political motivation
maybe just stage fright
all these things around
images framed in blood
memory soaking in
my solitary confinement
has already started
contempt is a silent sea...
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someday could be today...
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she is me
