There's a pink ***** place
In which a wreath of
Too heavy, too white
Too trite to fight
Where were you?
Where were you?
Where were we.

Out in the streets
Everybody oughta be out in the streets
A cowlick ******* man
I remember all the times
Those covered in ignorant hatred
Whistled in nothing but a blank wannabe light
We're weaker
We wanna be bigger
Because we're so weak
Reign supreme in our inability
To recognize the treasures of those
Whose power soars like a range of colorful flames
So high, so high above.

A tree stump
The American Flag waivers in the wind
What if we went and repented our sins?
But I don't know that I'm really a God fearin' woman.

But yet
I'll find myself fighting for the greater good
Eyes open, clear and celebrate the misunderstood
I wish I could share this poem
With those it might resonate with
But for every moment
There's a counter
Not against me per say
But it all feels like
A rumbling heat
Of deciphering and picking
It apart
Whatever happened to our empathy?
Was it ever really there?
Or have we been living and existing
In a foggy willing blindness.