Really feel like crushing the patriarchy with unbelievably snarky bricks from the bourgeoisie factories, take down capitalism and cisheteronormativity, burn down this anti-black history and start with my own ancestry, rip the roots of imperialism from the privatized land holdings that hold captive families of indigenous people in southern Mexico and every where else and go to the white house and light the constitution on fire, spread the ashes over lady liberty and fall into the Pacific Ocean, swim to the bottom of every fucking oil spill and pull out the skeletons of all the casualties of your productivity, point your face in the direction of monuments built to progress and tell you to look down at all the bodies buried beneath it, who the fuck put you on a pedestal in the middle of the ocean? Did they leave you there so it’d be easier to forget that you only welcome european, white fucking immigrants that fit your ideals of modernity, so you’d be able to turn your back on Syrian refugees and Central American children at the border between not yours and even less yours in the first place? Does the sea salt make it easier to swallow the murder you drink with that Manifest Destiny, more like genocide that we constantly scrub out of textbooks, call it Trail of tears because it sounds more poetic than systematic extermination os people that aren’t white like me, call this fucking state a nation of immigrants and conveniently leave out he millions of African slaves you imported without asking them first, “Do you want to take part in your total subjugation and the complete negation of your humanity?” Forgot to ask about their input when you wrote their worth into your constitution as two-thirds of your whiteness, granting humans the rights of literal property, shut the entire fuck up when you try to utter the word equality, you couldn't draw two lines parallel to each other if your life depended on it, so used to inequalities, you taught your middle school class about less than and greater than, made sure you were always on the wide side of that concept, graduated first of your class in class privilege, earned the honors of of whiteness at birth and gave your speech during commencement about, “You too can achieve all this,” asterisk asterisk asterisk asterisk asterisk asterisk parentheses if you’re white and cis and able bodied and straight and male and literally not half the people on this planet.
