A Love Poem
With your fragile broet geniuses.
With your clever clever forays into classical racism remixed with callow glee.
With your invisible integrity.
How you love yourself.
And your poison fruits.
Yet to be weaned from the Whiteness teat.
So full of bravado.
Until one of those others.
The haters of your vile ways has something to say.
And oh how you weep.
Cry the righteous tears of the oppressed.
Weep White broet, weep White lady poet.
We see what you do.
And we will remember the beshitted way you do what you do.
Your dirty ass is leaving streaks on the carpet.
Your self love is made of lubeless masturbation and tired tropes.
Sweet sweet ConPo.