THE STENCH OF RACISM

It was stuck in my throat. Once the staunch stench entered my nostrils, I knew it would shortly reach my palette. And once again I would have to swallow this bile. It always makes me want to vomit, weep and spit all at the same time. Or at least some bodily action to cause me to extract this evil.

If not it will like a snakes venom intermingle within until it suffocates all the signs of life. Smothered out like any bright flame, it will take a greater emotion to recapture.

It will take the cleansing odor to purify once more.