andrea

Privileged to be Vilified
I saw myself
in the rubble of the wall
shattered
by the scream of a butterfly
a starving child who doesn’t know
the colour of her skin
bread crumbles in her dream.

The unbearable smell of disintegrating passion
The bitterness of the blood nearly made him sink
In the worst swamp ever
He was about to become the whitest man on earth but
An Afghani mini-cab guy saved him
Driving him around the back streets with no names
In the east end of London