untitled
the flag holds and squeezes her
until she can't breathe.
the symbol of hardships and dreams and prejudice
and other deep words;
what a tiring life it must be.
red and white and blue swallow her
as she weeps over the fantasy of the land of the free
weeps for the ones dead
the ones struggling for equality
the ones oppressed
the flag taunts her as it
strangles the arteries of her heart
the bombs bursting in air long ago---vanished.
forgotten.
her voice is drowned by the chief drum.
the flag teases and provokes that there is always
someday,
yet she continues to battle,
fighting the perilous fight.
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