Pulse

By Shontay Luna

Racism pulses through America’s blood.

In quick, tense rivers that flow through

inner city alleys dipped with police batons.

America is an oblivious skank; not caring

about being a shining beacon of hypocrisy.

While not wanting anyone to say how she

really is. Scoffing at the plaque on the

Statue of Liberty; pleading to shelter the

masses. She can ask for them all, but

America knows which ones won’t be

accepted. She’s always been arrogant;

having grown up with the labor of the

masses. Her foundation built upon the

backs of the oppressed. Swaying to the

songs written about her beauty, glory,

fairness and valor. I’m not buying the

song and dance; instead, I make it my

mission to call her out on her shit.

Screaming from my rickety, second

hand pedestal - my words seep past

her custom made earplugs to penetrate

her wax filled crevices. But still, she never

hears what I’m saying.

Shontay Luna is a self-proclaimed goddess that lives in the Midwest with mix of pens, paper and Sons of Anarchy’s Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz fanfiction fantasies. A part-time public service worker by day, her poems have appeared in WestWard Quarterly, The Listening Eye, Text Power Telling, Umbrella Factory Magazine, Canyon Voices, Toasted Cheese, The Beatnik Cowboy and The Insurgence, among others. The author of four chapbooks of poetry, ‘The Goddess Journal’ is themed with puzzles and affirmations to elevate feminine self-esteem. Another is ‘To James & Sarah with Love’ - a Silent Generation slang memorial to her paternal grandparents.

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