On the Que

Mirror Mirror

I See You Whitey
through the thin veneer of your
cutting eyes
And I explore the core of  your copious rage
Rage that you have been disengaged
from the privileges you were promised
-to be undisputed lord and master
over all mankind of color-
That privilege stolen from you by surly slaves
Freed to walk amongst you
Allowed to ape your inheritances
as masters of their own fates
I see you Whitey
in your rage that you have been disengaged
from the privileges you were promised
promised
by those with no such promises to give

The Bard of Appanoose

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