Facing us is inequality

A slip of the pen
deliberate,
and the next thing you know there’s a visible rise
in Fahrenheit;
they despise us for our tongue,
gold illustrated rage that alludes inequality
unabashed—
and now the moon roseate observes my intentions;
there is no turning back.

 

#blacklivesmatter

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A Skylover Wordlist: Fahrenheit, golden, illustrated 🌹

Posted for Quadrille #105 @ dVerse Poets Pub