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The world is full of shade and prose And I don’t know what to do anymore Audre Lorde said “silence will not protect you” But I been weaving my silences into a survivor’s quilt Because I’m tired of surviving And I’m cold and want to use it as my blanket Out there in that cold *** world The world is full of shade and prose *** workers on boulder highway Wanna be poets writing in spanglish White privilege, patriarchy and all I kinda wish I’d write songs instead of poems You know, songs about love But no Cuz the world is full of shade and prose Bus stops/stop and frisk Judgment day enthusiasts/Holocaust deniers I am tired of “it happened before I was born” And “I feel guilty but I did not ask to be privileged” And when I say: Then do something They ask me “what?” I reply: NO The world is full of shade and prose The chicken never made it across the street There is so much deconstruction And so little relief We will soon end up homeless And will have to pawn the master’s tools Or maybe just sell them at the swapmeet For a dollar or two I mean who cares as long as we’re in love If at the end The world is full of shade and prose.
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
shade and prose
The world is full of shade and prose And I don’t know what to do anymore Audre Lorde said “silence will not protect you” But I been weaving my silences into a survivor’s quilt Because I’m tired of surviving And I’m cold and want to use it as my blanket Out there in that cold *** world The world is full of shade and prose *** workers on boulder highway Wanna be poets writing in spanglish White privilege, patriarchy and all I kinda wish I’d write songs instead of poems You know, songs about love But no Cuz the world is full of shade and prose Bus stops/stop and frisk Judgment day enthusiasts/Holocaust deniers I am tired of “it happened before I was born” And “I feel guilty but I did not ask to be privileged” And when I say: Then do something They ask me “what?” I reply: NO The world is full of shade and prose The chicken never made it across the street There is so much deconstruction And so little relief We will soon end up homeless And will have to pawn the master’s tools Or maybe just sell them at the swapmeet For a dollar or two I mean who cares as long as we’re in love If at the end The world is full of shade and prose.
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
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