You rose up powerfully from your seat
and moved the truth-force field with you toward
the mic. We felt the spittle on our cheeks.
Despite your testimony, one spoke
again again how There’s No Evidence
of Racism within the police force.
Which made me wonder how much evidence must
accumulate before it stopped up drains
and ruffled smooth-surfaced communities.
Small quiet places that have laws about
removing trash and poop and mowing lawns,
and test water before it poisons kids.
Small quiet places that pretend they’re
not like everywhere American
rather than look hard at what could be true
If they would test and clear the pipelines that
accumulate secrets and harm the flowof love eroding hate again again.
Posted for Sumana's prompt
My blog poems are rough drafts.