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night-in-america

Night has plunged
my sky so terrifying,
fractured into infernos
of fear, dread so deep
my freedom shivers,
it waits for the chains,
again,
to scrape and bleed
my wrists raw,
my voice screams
even as white-hot
bullets tear through
vocal cords, to force
my silence, my compliance,

I will not.
I WILL NOT!

Silence was enforced
as manifest destiny
as Native People died
for gold, land, conquest.

Minds were colonized
as White-Man’s-Burden
to ensure the status quo
at the cost of culture,
of language.

Lives were lost
in Selma
by southern white devils
demanding racist-policies,
revenge against a King,
an X, a Chavez.

Night has plunged
my earth into sorrow
so full, the oceans
turn emerald, jade, olive,
in sweet aspiration,
we drown,
gasp for the reasons
this horrid jester
rapes us, kills us,
laughs at our folly.

We MUST light
this night,
dispel its death
upon the sky, the ground,
the air we all breathe.

Embrace dissent,
fracture the jester’s
smile, pour
the soul of justice
down its throat!

…fight.
…Fight!
FIGHT!

We will not be
silenced!

ever. again.

by
Rod Carlos Rodriguez

photo by Andrey Malinkin

She wanted

you to know

the pill didn’t work

or she wouldn’t

be at this clinic;

in the middle of

this controversy.

The protesters

who stood chanting

by the entrance

threw epithets

and rocks to scare her away.

She made it inside

w/only a few

bruises,

but the bomb scare

gives her second thoughts

and the nurses

all look anxious

and the only real

excuse she has for remaining

firmly planted in her chair

is her mother’s warning

still echoing in her mind of no

room in the house

for a baby.

She figures

a 16-year-old single mother

w/no diploma is

2 more strikes against.

Adding insult to maiming,

Her ex-boyfriend, the father,

might have AIDS.

Some toss

accusing, cute phrases

like baby-killer,

or murderer of the innocent.

But who was

there when her innocence

was murdered?

When her pristine bubble

of a carefree life was

destroyed, shattered.

And even as

the shouting outside becomes

louder,

she’s still unsure.

Decisions,

decisions…

 

by

Rod C. Stryker

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