Saturday, December 28, 2013

Black Up

this is for some of you.
You forgot what it was like to remember
what your parents said.             what
                                       it was like 


to grow up in the 40s and 50s;
some of you
you act as if we’ve always had the right to swim in the same pools 
to drink out the same fountains 
to love their men and their women. 
to shit in their toilets 

get together folks:

our parents were only qualified to clean those toilets


black yourselves up
or it will be done for you.

on a lower scale. 

retro-
actively.

--AlexGeorge

3 comments:

  1. Digging that. Funny when people talk as if distinction is something of a distant past. Liberty must be strongly guarded, the devil ain't happy

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