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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