They Don’t Even Hide It Anymore White supremacy works its will (which is actually a won’t) behind locked doors, under plantation paintings flanked by six klansmen of the coronapocalypse. And though the black woman who came knocking, curious and concerned, was taken away, callously cuffed, your conniving con broadcast clear through glass walls. We see you. We see your shuffle and shift, your bait and switch, and these knocks will be answered, one way or the other.
©David Siller – 2021
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