Dialectical Poem (2025)

“I think our country sinks beneath the yoke. It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash is added to her wounds.” — Macbeth

Black Southsider adult students

know nothing about the Holocaust

and

Black Southsider adult students

are in a backdoor baldfaced

zero-resource holocaust.

This isn’t even some

third-world country:

this is our own

backyard.

NIMBY.

Refugee adult students

know nothing about

refugee rights

and

barely have rights to

learn about

and

now they have no status.

(What are they, then, if

they are not refugees?)

Fuck KONY 2012.

Fuck the IMF, forever.

Therefore,

what am I supposed to do when

government is supposed to build up

and

government kicks down

through lack of action,

or just blatant

action?

What am I supposed to do

when I see imperialist dictators

crawling into bed with our president?

Watch?

Ya know what?

I’m good.

I learned about dialectics in IOP therapy.

I got in a fight with my therapist,

asking,

"What is the difference between

a dialectic

and

a paradox?"

Turns out,

there is a lot of difference.