Who Said It Was Simple (erasure)

There are so many roots to the tree of anger
that sometimes the branches shatter
before they bear.

Sitting in Medicks
women rally before they march
discussing the problematic girls
they hire
to make them free.
An almost white counterman passes
a waiting brother to serve them first
and the ladies
neither notice nor reject
the slighter pleasures of their slavery.
But I who am bound by my mirror
as well as my bed
see causes in colour
as well as sex

and sit here wondering
which me will survive
all these liberations.

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