Rage toward the silent voices, the neglectful voices that stand in the middle using their whiteness as the privilege to be a ghost in a fight that leaves more blood than water to drink.
Scream toward the bodies in power that line their power suits with dead presidents as the images of the dead and dying drape over them in haunting cloaks they pretend are never there.
Burn the scripts of media that travel in packs, patting themselves on the back as they collectively ask the wrong questions as they take money from super pacs.
Stand face to face with the oppressor that lie as children lie in the ripped and scared streets fading into the shadows of time.
Remember the horrors they tell us to take a break from while they choke us with inflation that never deflates when it comes to bombs that qualify for prime shipping.
Cry for those that sleep and can never wake again. Hung within the gallows by colonialism knots.
Say the things you know will offend the supremacy. Let words sail across raven wings to beat back the endless night until a new dawn sets forward to dry our collective tears.
Friday Denise Faraday is a black trans lesbian from Chicago, IL with an MFA in English from Southern New Hampshire University.ย Friday hasย been published in such publications asย The Paragon Journal,ย Literary Orphans, OUT/CAST, The Nabu Review, Lucky Jefferson,ย andย Typehouse Magazine.ย Friday is a proud cat mom to Grudge, loves thrifting, and Drag Race is her comfort show. Friday also believes freedom is the right of every sentient being, and unless we are all free, none of us are.
