Tag Archives: political poems
Independence Day
By Truth Thomas
There are fists making tom toms of eardrums,
boots kicking downbeats in skulls,
in every state of tinted circles.
We the trapped traps bear marks
of all their sticks and mallets,
Dear Raven-Symoné
By Logen Cure
Girl, let me just say
this is such a relief.
All this time, I’ve checked
the white box not knowing
what that even means but
now I’ll check other