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Vol. I, No. VIPoetryMorgan Collado

The Chapbook

Its Starting to Feel

  • race & colonization

NeverUnderstood the pointOf posturingMoving throughLifeAs rote

The store clerkApproachesBig white and gaySelf-important vacancySearchingFor meaningBeady eyesThe color of a tidal poolAttempting to scrutinizeMy every moveTo himSuspiciousIt’s alwaysThe stupid onesWho thinkThey areIntelligent

Riotous paper chainsAnd gaudy lightsObscure meaningPlasticine smiles plasteredOver bleachedFacesFull of emptinessCryingWar on Christmas!War on Wholesomeness!War on Goodness!They wonderHow to stop itHow to protectThemselves fromThe encroaching BrownMassesThere is a warGoing onBut they are notThe casualties

Beige mouthsThe size of football fieldsGobbling up resourcesAnd my peopleThe IndigenousQueersTranniesBlack, Brown and RedAre leftOutside in the heatFumbling for scrapsSometimes knowingIs not enough

I understandNowThe reason forPosturingIsEasyDeceptiveDestruction

About this poem

First published on A Trip to the Morg in .

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