for Ian

it seems like all my life I have waited to see my son Ian.

I waited patiently as with one thing after another he as taken away from me.

then, it was like the color Purpke. Except, it was a white woman angering a black man in power. I was pressed into service and so was Ian.

then the dart. Things spun out of control , in 2009 his best friend threw a dart at him, it lodged in his eye. I stood right in fromt of him and couldn’t see him.

all these years he has been lost to me in a political use.

I want my son back.

you can take your banal politics off us and shove them up your ass.

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