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a whitewashed pot

by Rhyana Fisher

He rants reasonably
in a calm, teaching tone
of "dirty spics" and "lazy niggers"
...invading our country
...stealing our jobs
...ruining our economy
...wasting our taxes
...trashing our neighborhoods
...abusing welfare.

"Well, no... they aren't ALL like that,"
he'll drawl when pressed.
"But it's not worth MY time
to sort one decent person
out of ninety-nine percent scum."

His illogical rationality is always exhausting to refute
and I remain perplexed
at how efficiently he ignores
those echoes of "ignorant savage"
rebounding within our shared bloodline
as they carve past my eardrums
on serrated wings.

04/13/2008

Author's Note: we carry ojibwa blood. some people can't even learn from family history...

criticize. harshly. there's something off about that last stanza and i still haven't figured out how to revise it.

Posted on 04/13/2008
Copyright © 2024 Rhyana Fisher

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/13/08 at 06:44 PM

ignorance at it's worst! well expressed. thank you.

Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/25/08 at 02:14 PM

you can't reason with someone who has already made up his mind

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