Poetry and Prose

You knew all the right words, that's what made you so dangerous  A wolf in hipster’s clothes,  mascarading as informed while you kept your hand hidden under the table of white supremacy  Your position at the table always… safe,  as long as you consumed me to patch the holes selling your soul left in your ego  You knew not how to fight for my humanity,  only how to circumnavigate it I was different from the rest, and so were you…   the first wasn't a compliment, the second was

Greeting the early daylight  To shine light on the places I've forgotten Dawning a horizon of hope to chase away the nightmares

They saved me a seat at the table, but the seat was a test  Could I be controlled  Would I conform  How easily could I be consumed