I can’t breathe
The panic and fear are real
They are as tangible as an orange
Unappeeling, repulsive
Unhinged.
The parade of white men
Lead the execution
Of the American dream
While I imagine their self-righteous glibness
Witness its display in expensive
Overly pompous pagentry
That only they appreciate
While I bargain and borrow to get
My car out of hock.
i like oranges, jesus