today i am fuming
privileged, little boys and their playthings, they too well-connected to be punished. too well-connected to look in the eyes. to report. to admit. little white boys who grow up to make policies and starve you and rape you and and they’re laughing so loudly right now i can barely write. soon they’ll have jobs. they’ll walk around smiling in suits and their daddy’s cufflinks and try to buy you a spiked drink.
today i am fuming and i don’t care.