Ass out of you and me

Megan Lilly Wilding

I’m angry.
And you all think you know why.
My flat nose, my frizzy hair, my thick thighs.
You jump to the conclusion that I think these attributes will lead to my demise.
HA!
I’m angry.
And you probably think it’s because I’m black.
That statistics show that I’m more likely to have a heart attack.
You anonymously donate to some charity because you think that will pick up the slack.
HA!
I’m angry.
And you’re wondering what you did wrong.
Why I look at you uncomfortably when you say the N-word in a song.
Because it happened so long ago I should just move on.
HA!
I’m angry.
And to you it’s not quite clear.
Why a girl with red hair and freckles could live in fear.
Ignoring the hateful slurs that this young girl watched spat at those held dear.
HA!
I’m angry.
And you’re sure you know exactly what to say.
Your hooks detangle my curls, stroking, telling me it’s better, it’s ok.
When we both have the knowledge they still, hunt, capture, and kill us every day.
HA!
I’m angry.
And now I can see you scratching your head.
Cogs turning, your stomach gets sick, filling with dread.
Cause you know that I know that you secretly wished I was dead.
HA!
I’m angry.
And you shout at me saying you’re sorry.
While continuing to tear my flesh from their bones telling me not to worry.
Erasing and replacing me with a nicer story.
HA!
I’m angry.
And you feel uncomfortable in your seat.
Because this aboriginal queen is owning her anger and not being sweet.
She’s serving you words and forcing you to eat.
Her anger is mighty and one you will not defeat.
Head held high with the earth supporting her feet.
Sick of being portrayed as a useless deadbeat.
Letting you know that without us you would be incomplete!

HA!
I’m angry.
and I don’t give a fuck what you think.

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