Kimora Hornbeak Poet Free verse

ICE

When I am done with my work
Take me from my home,
And force my hands onto your body,
So you, for once, can feel
Like you have finally made
Your racist mother proud.

You can flay my skin,
And you can see from inside out
While you play in my organs
And holler to those around
It’s okay because,
“This man is illegal”.

I know you’ve never experienced love.
Your wife saw a brown man
And she tanned so he’d look at her longer
And then you found him in your bed.
Is that where your hatred began?
Or did it begin
When your mother dragged a brown man into the home,
And you heard the headboard bang against the wall
While she screamed for release.
Did it begin from betrayal?

You can seek validation in my burning form
You can seek validation in me
and my daughter’s blood.

But if you look closely at my skeleton,
It looks just like yours.
Both of our spines twist and bend
And both our skulls have one missing tooth.

Go on,
Tell your mother I was quiet,
That I didn’t fight back,
That I played the role of a monster
So you can be the hero
Taking out all the illegal aliens.

When the silence persists
As you stare into the mirror,
You’ll take off that black mask
And start to cry
Because you, too, are a brown man
Jealous
That the white man is superior.

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