Endangered Species
The US political landscape
my future is an endangered species.
the sky black woman song sung straight
from the center of tornados spun by the
hatred of others who see me, we
are viewed as nothing but cotton
underneath feet, strong Atlas to carry
the earth on backs, cultural roadmaps
we've been reduced to, steal from us
what you want, then gulp from
the Big Dipper ladle the moonlight
that saved us, and now the sun is gone.
swallow the planets next with that
never-ending hunger until you've become
tangled, an ouroboros feasting on itself.
your future is an endangered species now too.
how does it feel? that you never cared about
anyone--not even you?
only money will do.
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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