skin deep
a white man once postulated
it is skin deep, the way i
apologize too much
savagery, the simmer of
a spice they crossed oceans
to find, barbaric
the way backs buckle
into plantation soil, or colors
overflow into our
garlands, inferior
revolutions churning in empty
stomachs, declare this:
in the pursuit of happiness
who is leading the way?
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Perhaps poets?
Enjoy your sound imagery:
the way backs buckle
into plantation soil
backs buckle. and way plantation
I love how the images create the tone of this poem, and the strong verbs, churn and buckle.