It's Not You, It's the System
poetry by Michelle Norsworthy
A picture -- a single mother -- a pocketful of crumbs
The face of a campaign ran on a wish
equality, economy, lets rally for a change
Bridge the gap to lift every person
The face that wins the election is the same that behind closed doors, manipulates and buries evidence and collects souls
Dodging the angry with clever tactics and semantics
Sorry but our hands are tied
ink stains that haven't even dried on the dotted line, a smudge with a face like mine
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