(due to purposed cuts in California’s home care budget people with disabilities have established a tent city called ArnieVille)
They are camped out in Sacramento
as I write this,
already damaged bodies calling cement
tonight’s sleeping quarters.
One night’s tossing and turning
will hopefully preserve hard won gimp liberation,
whatever the Gubernator’s intent.
I sit inside
my warm, enclosed apartment
writing a poem to some women in Texas
and praying for justice.
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The police cleared our tents from the street
ReplyDeletein front of the state capital
Our rage and love remain.
(thank you for the beautiful connection of this poem, Martina)