race is not
just a lie …
but a horrible tangle
that needs be decried
.
needs be split open
set in the sun
put out to dry
.
for now it is
a dirty, slimy, rotting knot
of pus leaking snot
of old blood clotted
spotting and spitting
unwitting thoughts and beliefs
leaking into our lives
and our dreams
.
a cancerous meme
made stronger in waves
and on screens
depicted for what “it”
can mean … but it’s not
.
it’s a lie
.
it’s a colorful twist
on how we are made
to survive
.
a spiraling joke
from a helix
that shows we’re
99 percent the same
on the inside
.
race, is a lie
and always has been, now
we need wash our hands
and our mind of its sin
.
we cannot carry
that load,
lest we implode.
.
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2012. All rights reserved.
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