Somewhere in America

A mother, dripping
In her night-black funeral gown, is holding
A brick
Over an American history textbook that has not been banned in Texas.
Her child's face is on the cover.
Only he's white.
And smiling.

She's fixin' to pour the brick right in.
Into its pages; through the spine,
Shattering the thin lessons into shards to show
How sharp they are.

She wishes she could tell the president on page 786
That his white hair and cock-face make her sick.

But somewhere in America
A secret agency has her name on file and
A maximum-security security guard
Is being payed minimum wage.



-JV