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BLUE IN A RED STATE BLUES

i never learned
to talk the talk

don't mind
if a baby
eats my tax
money
or her mama
chooses not to carry
one more
destined for
hunger

worry over
those living
on the edge
lest they fall
without a net
and want
my gate open
to every shade
of flesh
and my brother
to marry
who he wants
and my preacher
to pay his taxes
like everybody
else
and those of
us who
sell our time --
our one
goddamned
salable
resource --
to get a
fair shake
in this hard life
and these desires
don't seem contrary
to the common
interest
but..

damn, brother...

i hear it just
ain't right
javalini
Written by javalini
Published
Author's Note
I live with confederate battle flags flying all around me. There is some passion there that misses me and a different take on truths that seem apparent to me. My neighbors and I don't talk much about...
I live with confederate battle flags flying all around me. There is some passion there that misses me and a different take on truths that seem apparent to me. My neighbors and I don't talk much about it, and I know for a fact they are good people. I sometimes wonder where I would have stood in those terrible days. I've read there was much resistance to "the cause" even in my state, which was the first to secede.
Politics and division. An old story.
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