our backs

my revolution wont be you
grabbing my face and kissing me when ive said no
trying to fuck me when youre drunk
grabbing my arm and screaming my name demanding attention
putting your fist through my window, tail light, car/truck or face
my revolution wont be me
being your downass trucha chicana nationalist homegirl/hermana who gots your back when my back is still a fucking bridge
our backs are still fucking bridges.

One thought on “our backs

  1. damn. that’s horrifying and speaking truth at the same time. those words show the strength of conviction but also the weight of reality.

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