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Micropoem: idiots


some would

call them

fellow drivers

sharing the same road

but you

would offer them

no such generous


[For more of my Micro little poems, click here]


it’s not

so much

that you


you’re better than

‘those people’

that causes my

blood to boil

as much as

it is that

you use

the words

‘those people’

[For more attempts at Micropoetry, click here]

i sit


at my table…

 the inequality

and shameless poverty

i drive past

each and every day

rips open my chest

grabs my beating heart

and begins to squeeze…

completely overwhelming me

as i signal

to the waitress

to bring me another

Yirgacheffe pour-over 

[For more Micropoetry that i have been trying out this year, click here]

i woke up this morning to the Twitterer hashtag #IfIDieInCustody sparked by yet another police vs person of colour incident in Americaland. i have already blogged about it here, but the semi-poet in me kept screaming words and phrases and so eventually i sat down and came up with three different flavoured micropoems, for three different groups of people:

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white america

to those

of you

who have

made the


from ‘those people’


‘our brothers and sisters’

there is

but one small

leap left to make

when your cry


“Stop killing US!”

maybe then

someone will

take notice…

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justice for Sandy

they found her

a life taken

by her our own hands

and as i

rush once more

to vent my


on another hashtag

the policeman’s

stammering justification

rings in my ears

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white american church

how dare you

remain silent

as she tries to

work out a melody

using only

the black keys

on your

grandma’s old piano?

rise up

and let your

privilege be heard

as your fingers

crash down upon

those ivory keys

and your integrated song

helps to

gently lower her body

into a sandy grave

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With huge thanks to Original Dante who got me inspired to start pouring my many words into just a few.

[For my 2015 Micropoetry journey so far, click here]

i believe

there is

a town

where you stay

called competence

it seems

you never

venture far

outside of

its boundaries

because any time

i need some help

you appear

to be


very much there

[To read more of my shorter poem vibes, click here]

i took

a step

as if

to change

the world

but was

arrested by

the reflection

in the mirror

calling for

me to

go first

[For my next poem, titled ‘in competence’, click here]

i dial

your number


this time

will be different

but that

elevator music

is playing

once more

[For more of my Micropoetritic attempts, click here]

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