my NO DRAFT KINGS poem.
(alternative title) currently it is called: GEN Z ON TAP.
earlier, i shared a poem i wrote at age 6. this one i wrote a few weeks ago at age 46. my mother shared MY MOON BALLOON poem & sketch with the san francisco newsletter of a group called I-Pride, meaning Interracial Pride. that would have been two years before she whisked (legal term: kidnapped) me and my sister to washington d.c. ostensibly so she could work in the intelligence community. (she succeeded in that endeavor.) in her words: she knew as a white woman she would get away with it, my father being a poor, not well connected, black african immigrant.
let’s not let anyone get away with a draft.
