the dead presidents ride me

like slavery never ended

my eyes in prison

so much I'm not supposed to see

tottering legs strain

to keep the whole cruel mess up

mouth in bondage

breath cut off

if you can bear to look at me

know you are not alone

All photos on this site

were taken by Dana Davis

Oakland, California, USA

copyright 2016-2019 Lorraine Bonner

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