Election Day

Wake up to vote – don’t think
your voice is among those that are
ignored. Today I rose with power and
You with authority. In a heated, heavy

morning brushed with
scenes from last night’s gin-based
depravity, I remember when

the streets were ransacked
in polite revolution

They have no election choices, none

despite the memory of split lips
still fresh
and the blood that brokered division between

their old and young – still none

so vote. On paper all those
tiny crosses are the same, small
but influential – in their strokes and shadows
you’ve heard of martyrs. Women. Horses.

Brown and black faces
burning places

and though the men and women
on the paper are flimsy
stick figures cut from your maps of home, not mine

– I know my rights.
Know yours too.

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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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