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Thank you Ann for sending in this poem.

It bites,

Its raw,

It moves my floor,

It steals my feet

My life and more.

It makes me score

What hurt? What dirt?

How much? how deep?

Never,ever sleep

The same again.

Over all my world

It Dominates.

When whiteness lies

I’m cut to size

I’m curled in fear-

arm over ear,

Terrified by the Power,


Every hour

but most in darkness.

Rocking now,

Holding brow,

When its over me

I’m small and tiny,


Can’t stop 

The drop 

to Hell.

Falling ,falling, 

Not like rain

On my face-

splattered pane.


Void, but 

Nothing’s free,

There’s always price 

to pay

for Whiteness-

Freedom’s gone


Posted 23 December 2019

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