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Your Band-Aids Don’t Exist
Does your silence taste bitter, as you sit there with your white supremacy
I’m apologetic for the privilege I hold
Most of us aren’t paying attention
We have band-aids made in our skin color
Your princess was made last.
We are more concerned with being called racist than trying to end racism.
We take what we want from your culture, especially your lives.
I send this out to every person of color who is still in the ruthless fight
Your house is burning but everyone is screaming, “all houses matter” as we fight to put your fire out
Amara Neitzke
9.14
I snort. I brawl.
I have to eat it all. Do not be fooled
by my pink snout and paws. I will most likely ruin
this stall. The mud is my friend! I don’t have to pretend.
I sleep. I eat. Such a tough life for me. The hay is okay.
I would much rather play. I cry. I squeal. It is no big deal.
The weather is a blast. I hope it will last. The sky is so pink.
But I do kind of stink. I run. I smell. This life is no hell. Until
I hear the bell. It wakes me up from my dirt filed rest. I swear
That this one was the best! Now that I am up, please fill my gut!
Being a pig, I kinda dig. Yes I am a swine, but I feel sublime!
I oink. I groan. I do not like to be alone. I purr. I grumble.
Did you hear that rumble? I still smell can
you tell?
I squeal. I brawl.
I snort. I sleep
I cry. I eat.
Tatiana Pingtella
9.6