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.