I built a fort around myself
I thought you could not get through-
Steel and nails so high
I thought I could prevent you—
From ever getting inside.
I crouched down low in a corner,
With my daughters…
And I put my hands over their mouths.
I knew building the fort was smart.
We would hide inside and make art.
We had a flashlight and nothing to eat.
We were playing “here comes the rain again…” on repeat…
but I knew you could never infiltrate our tower.
Hour after hour…
I was sure we were safe-
Until you blew us up out of the earth with your strike…
And my fort fell apart like it was made out of paper and my children were scattered far out of my reach.
Everything smelled like bleach.
Your words got in.
Your hate got in.
Your intolerance got in.
Your face got in.
Your domination got in.
Your abuse got in.
Your power got in.
You said “I WIN!”
And we had shrapnel trapped in our skin.
Pieces of your glass house while you laughed and you grinned—-
Fanfare we never expected.
Everything about you, we completely rejected.
You remind us of terror.
You remind us of pain.
You make us think our whole world has gone insane.
We feel fear.
We feel shock.
You ripped the hands right off the clock.
All the progress we’ve made-
22.214.171.124. Years of work
You ruined it –
In 18 months.
The lives lost.
Martin Luther King Jr.
The dedicated warriors
Susan B. Anthony
You washed them and their work away while you mocked us every day…
She was the most qualified person ever to run in the history…
You’re the most notorious catastrophe
She walked away empty handed.
Little girls cried… they thought they saw themselves in her.
But she dissolved and you appeared…
“I just grab ’em by the pussy…” you sneered…
Now we’ll get raped… much more often thank you.
Now we’ll get killed much more often thank you.
Now we’ll be less qualified much more often thank you.
Playing on repeat…
“Here comes the rain again falling on my head like a memory… falling on my head like a new emotion…”