Three words, one death.
A shattered world.
It revealed the wreckage
And ruination of lives
That always comprised the kaleidoscope base
That upheld the white edifice of power.
Time for that fraudulent wedding cake to be seen
As filled with mold and baked with hate.
Throw it out into the trash where it belongs.
Let it burn away.
We need real food that feeds Black people.
Brown people. First Nations. White people.
No more useless fake white cake.
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