Fly Your Flag
Sometimes my anger is so thick that I must walk away.
I can’t even wash it off in the shower.
It oozes out and fills up again.
Welling up doesn’t mean it’s going, or I’m over it.
I am doing everything I can to control my primal rage.
Fly your damned flag.
Trump. KKK. Confederate Battle. Nazi.
Own who you are.
At least the hoods are off.
At least SOME hoods are off.
I want to see you for who you are.
I want to see you revel in your hate.
"Any bites on the house?"
“Trump’s buying.”
Nah, your house is too good for him.
And kiss my Black ass on the way out.
Besides
You’re probably already
flying your flag
at your new house
in a community of like-minded
evil people.
Sonia Lynn Walker
28 May 2025
