You should be down on your knees
(like she was),
thanking God for your
good fortune
(and hers)
bemused awe, you’re entitled
to as much as your puny little wallet can buy,
even if you make yourself sick,
(we forced her)
wolfing it all down in one sitting.
Look at those headlines, the attention
(before we forced ourselves on her)
you’re getting.
On your knees, boy. Don’t make me tell you again.
Feel the amazing blessing of luck and wealth
you filthy peasants should be filled with
because
your daughter
was lucky enough
to be raped
by rich, white men
with power and influence.
On
Your
Knees.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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