Constance
There's a constant feeling of worry when the cop car passes.
There's a constant worry when the white flags arise.
There's a constant worry when the oppressor is still breathing.
Consistency in the name of hurt is damnation.
Consistency in the name of power is unforgiving.
Consistency in the name of hate is hell.
Those who are constituent have to remember that freedom is coming… And that is a constant certainty.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world