Turn it off. Weary the mind. You’ve had your say

now allow time for those working, or trying, and

believing there may still be opportunity, perhaps

prosperity. If allowed. Can the dream still exist?

More and more it becomes less and less important.

I will not listen; or cannot, a more apt description,

to the incessant ignorance spilling from your lips.

My ears bleed, my heart aches, among this crush

of bigotry, inequality and blind trust misplaced.

I put on my headphones commanding ear-splitting

silence to shut out the numbing narcissistic diatribe

with its women-hating violence. You’ve said all that

you needed to get what you wanted, you bullied,

and prophesied, and threatened and taunted. Now

perpetuating insult with that firm hypocritical

stance, adding insult to illusion, capitalizing on

chance. It’s less about being chosen, and now

what you choose, because my motherhood issues

are a far cry from your motherfucking truths.

  

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