This is one that I wrote in 2020.
Yeah.
I really do feel--
the image of Marco Rubio is just burned into my skull.
I'm sorry.
I can't not see it.
This is one that I wrote in 2020 while we were all at home
watching the protest in Minnesota and Minneapolis,
the city where I was born and the city where Cameron
spent a beautiful year of his life, a city we loved dearly.
Full of people we loved dearly in the protests
after the killing of George Floyd.
It's called Aaron Says the World is Upside Down.
Aaron says the world is upside down, and it's true
The cops are shooting rubber bullets
at even the blonde journalists now
The target is on fire, and the Wells Fargo's shining face
kicked in by white boys with gas masks
and hammers trying to jump start their war
And yet, the upside down world is also, by definition,
the same world
Like that map that hung in the hallway of the house
where I lived three or four lives ago
Argentina at the top, Greenland kissing its toes
It was a metaphor, someone explained,
for seeing things another way
So yes, if it is true that another killer cops killed
another Black child's father,
Another unauthorized chokehold, another no charge again
If once more riot gear again
Budget once again
Gas station
More flames
More who's to blame gets blamed again
If again and again, it is the same,
then it holds that the opposite must also be true
The so-called opposite world, a food drop-off stations,
a phone trees of bailouts and carry an extra mask
The world of kneeling for a stranger's gift of milk
to flush the tear gas
The world of saying a thing in unison
so clear it drills a hole through to the other side
of what is possible
So clear and wholly inverted we realize it's been here all along
Oh kingdom of fire,
Oh kingdom of food
With the same mouth we take your blessings
With the same mouth we pronounce you-- come
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