a poem a day for a year #18

by Amy Turn Sharp

when you try and take things away

quiet us down

take our space

our world

that we have created

watch us turn




like those kids from

The Breakfast Club

and when I think about SOPA

today I imagine David Bowie's small tight ass

shaking in your face

his finger pointed

towards the sky


"And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds;
are immune to your consultations, they are quite aware of what they are
going through."





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