Golden Collar



Open wide, and

Bite down on the fabric,

Saliva pools in the empty lockets

You pile around your neck,

A golden collar of status reflected in the metal

Bracelets and shackles,

Seem one in the Same

Flesh protrudes and stretches

Pores fill and loosen to craters,

Waist training to give yourself room to


Striped bars collect your body to a confined


And the sand is dripping from the peak

An avalanche of time spent

Deeply inhaling,

Buttons buttoned

Zippers zipped,

Warp the eyes,

Open wide.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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