Shantih Journal 3.1 - Page 73

in america, I text my sister before I leave the house. she is the back up plan & the pre-backup plan to my safety plan. my mother need not know of these things. my father has already died in america, a cloud of witnesses uses smartphones to record silver bracelets clasped around my wrists & justifiable alleged-ness plastered in white guilt: the mug shot, the mental break- down, the juvenile choices that only certain juveniles can make in america, i am a voice under the sea blowing bubble words that white boys pop with brass teeth in america, i call us brave. what else would you call those who rise at dawn to fight this daily hostility towards our existence — Free? 73