Knock on Wood
She now locks all her doors
When twilight beckons
She is not afraid of robbers
Rather of her own infuriation
The horde of racial murders
Have weakened her resolve
For peaceful negotiations
And obedient prayer
Is no longer an option
She keeps her doors locked
To hide her desire to hurt
To maim for revenge
To shout out her resentment
For all the unnecessary deaths
All those oppressed by hate
Those whose necks were broken
Or destroyed by pedophiles
Bodies sold for an european ticket
She keeps her doors shut
To recover from the daily indignities
The stares that force recognition
The questions that she detests
The answers that demand voice
Her sensitivities assaulted
Her ethics and morals denied
Insight matures with dread
History repeating unremittingly
She keeps her doors shut
All of them
Until the sun rises
Camille Elaine Thomas
July 19, 2020
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