Deceivingly Beautiful Trails
the winding wind twirls through my hair
can my speed eliminate the hate?
or erase the truth?
dissipating through the soil
the genocide turmoil.
kill the savage
feed its baby to the wolves
eat its empty soul,
howl at the new land
scorch its traditions
skin it alive
rape the pride
heed the screams
kill them all.
dig up their bones
hang them on a wall
call it mythical
Red
White
and
Fuck you too.
Jennifer—or Jen—Mirarcki was born with no plan at the very end of some long September day. Taught in the streets north of Syracuse, she now resides somewhere without real rules or barriers and attends SUNY Oswego.