activist poetry
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I am crumpled.
I am tumbling
through a busy street-
not lifted by this wind
but dragged.
I am breathing.
I am lucky
the paper bag is about
How was I to know?
I never learned what would happen.
I was told that if I did not do it,
I would not need to know the rest.
How could I have suspected, that there was poison in my drink
At a young age, maybe seven, I had a connection with the main character of a children's cartoon show, Dexter's Laboratory; both he and I enjoyed the thrill of invention.
when we say No
most others consider it an Invite
when we push Away
they all thing we are Pulling
when we Refuse
they ignore our Words
when we voice our Rights
they call us Names
