Saudi-American Suicide
"America, where are your credentials?" -Anne Sexton I see this table cross-eyed From under and above Laughing at the occupants who are No less myself None but myself And her nausea None but myself And her eccentricities None but a stranger And her take on the situation And would she be sitting here if she weren't white-skinned as the clouds? Not today No, not today Today is the day that America fights herself We mature today We mature and kill ourselves Of course we know not what we do We are America And we have that right Written September 14th, 2001 © on Sep 14 2001 03:02 PM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 10
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""America, where are your credentials?" -Anne Sexton..."