Poem

No Oscars.

Poem

No Oscars.

Unsurprised one can only contemplate a rulebook made and taught and expressed in corners, and holes where mice roam, in vents, and screens where applause struts. lupita ended racism, obama ended racism, but They still talk? and They still talk. unsurprised, i contemplate a celebration made for all colours white entail.

unsurprised, i contemplate a place where race remains a debated murder in rooms where no witness lives to testify.

sandra still echoes, trayvon still echoes, eric still echoes.

no oscar will ammend that, no oscar will redeem that.

but there's power in having us contemplate, that we exist in your eyes, for we do, excel in your eyes for you know we do for in rooms you claim equal actions speak louder than words

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