digestable anger, that will never feed you.

i sat in my bed the other night imagining this blanket of warmth to protect me from the chills of the breeze and my lonesome
my eyes became teary and full of so much color
i had came to this realization that the heart break of my first love was dawning on me
it haunted me throughout the day but as the day grew older i became excited as i would be reunited with this love in my dreams.
my first love who was my home.
i realized that the one thing that i had ran away from was now the one that thing i yearned for.
the city of chicago is my first love.
she taught me how to grieve, she revealed my weaknesses, she embodied everything that was america.
the great migration, this great idea of a place where immigrants from ireland, mexico, puerto rico, poland, italy had felt the same pride regardless of the corner of the city they had chose.
the city that rocked me to sleep and woke me with her greatest nightmare.
and nothing could ever replace her.
so imagine my anger— seeing her people being ripped from buildings asking if they were born there. imagine my anger when the same tactics used to profile black people were being used to justify a war of humanity.
imagine my anger, waking up to clear blue skies in good ole california knowing that the heart of my first love was being torn out of her body and crushed in the hands of fascism.
you can’t imagine it. you can’t even feel it.
because our imaginations have been crushed and our ability to feel have been picked and plucked and now every-time you imagine something it is otherworldly because who the hell does that anymore

so yeah, there’s my anger in a DIGESTIBLE way