A hand in the crowd
Is up, and up and up,
And a boot –
That big black boot, stomps that hand.
That boot is on a white, hairy foot.
And there is nothing you can do.
There is no voice you can use that is not your own
Even after your own has been hated.
There are no words you can speak
That will not be spilling from the mouth that is yours.
There is nothing you can do to replace
That is inside you
That is inside you.
This is no Dr. Seuss book – though he spoke of truth
In rhyme and verse and nonsense speech
And coined the ‘nerd’ we hate to teach –
But there is truth in every letter of every word
Because it is written down and permanent
And cannot be taken back.
Memory can be transformed, muted, manipulated,
But cannot ever be taken away.
And the matter in life. Is.
What once there was, will always be
And yet cannot be ever again.
And I just have to worry about not being squashed
By a louder, bigger, whiter, stronger
But I will not trade in my heels just yet.