Gratitude
How to worship power
You should be down on your knees
(like she was),
thanking God for your
good fortune
(and hers)
bemused awe, you’re entitled
to as much as your puny little wallet can buy,
even if you make yourself sick,
(we forced her)
wolfing it all down in one sitting.
Look at those headlines, the attention
(before we forced ourselves on her)
you’re getting
On your knees, boy. Don’t make me tell you twice.
Feel the amazing blessing of luck and wealth
you filthy peasants should be filled with
because
your daughter
was lucky enough
to be raped
by rich, white men
with power and influence.
On
Your
Knees.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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