to critique the ones
Saying something— Imperfectly? Perfectly?
Look where they are the loudest
The ones saying nothing?
Don't look there
They can hide
behind the goods and services we need
“No one is illegal on stolen land”
Look how misguided
A white woman saying such things
The ones saying nothing?
Don't look there
They can hide
behind the goods and services we need
Cancel the ones showing up
How dare they do more than sing with their voice
The microphone was for saying thank you
Ice, ice, baby
The ones saying nothing?
Don't look there
They can hide
behind the goods and services we need
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Polite Adjacent
I am working on writing a romance novel. Vocal is where I experiment with fiction and poetry openly while drafting my novel behind the scenes.
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