petals of a white rose

appropriation makes millions
how bout that

and the court cries
and the blanket fort falls
and the day bloats
and the cat curls

my till runneth over
and the brain's clogged
with white rose

white rose who knows
of what you're capable

and i'm still picking
my nose

scalp's a hot-bed split
skin like letting another
pipeline in
it's not getting any better

more you learn how to grow
more it feels good to shrink
more it hurts to look at
white rose

for those who don't know
they, those petals personified
handed out vital literature
then died

for speaking out
for speaking from within
for embodying bravery
for weaponizing poetry
for exacting righteousness
for beheading fascism
for assaulting empire
for falling pristine gorgeous
like snow petals
of an emblazoned resistance