Bloody Noses

Angst, religion,           the entire system.  Last week a friend adding something  challenge to that system.     My anger and rage;            God knows me by name.  Surges of words             rush  forth, and lips smack them back.

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Wearing A Mask

He looks at me and says, “You are just acting like a white supremacist.” I feel the knot in my throat constrict. My fists clench, unclench. His eyes are cast down. Silence ensues.

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