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miKe Wilson

nervously Waiting For the george FloyD Jury to return a verDict

Black girls go missing, faces not found on milk cartons or Discovery I.D. Same with Native American women.

Do the math, calculate the equation that defines the American psyche, the amniotic fluid we float in blind to the snuff film that plays over and over in a theatre where only the rich have the price of admission.

Each laugh, gesture, clearing of the throat erupts from the ohm of that home, a concentration camp song, where we strive until we die, and those born of our bodies grow to fill our shoes, put on our raincoats, inherit the cataracts in our eyes

How, dear God of human beings, do we witness murder, corroborated in the mirror of a billion eyes yet contemplate innocence, this or that defense, a technicality, some evil trump card played, playing us?