Poem 3.15.22 – Ally, You?

We are not our ancestors& nor are you?

Where the fuck see the allies?!?
Like can we get a head count? I meant of the pre-destined noose-less necks!

I’m-so fatigued with caring white,
I’m done with not movin
being force to move.
I’m sick
I’m I’ll.
I’m healed
I’m powerful, still.
I’m winning 
I’m unbothered, you?
You any wait
for the bad
to be over.
I’m living through, over it& underwhelmed, you?

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