The Liberal Up Against The Wall
I told two ghosts to hold a liberal up against the wall.
I wanted to punch him in the simplicity of his face.
I wanted to knock his ideology
Into his nose.
I wanted to get his arrogant self-righteousness
I wanted to let him know that his pretend kindness
Backfired and hurt those he imagined
He wanted to protect.
I punched the wall.
He wasn’t there.
He had no substance.
He was the grayness that couldn’t be white or black.
He was the racism that pretends that it doesn’t exist.
He was the face that hid from himself in front of the wall.
He was the promise that never arrived.
He was the way we do what we do when we don’t do it.
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