I love them, I love them not, I love.
By Nordette N. Adams
I was on my way to a pleasant first day of spring,
and then I saw a right winger going on about ObamaCare.
I had a post ready to go, fired up to burn a bitch or two
over the craftiness of code-switching satanic verses,
rightspeak implying curses on one man, making dirty
even policies that could save a child or mother or father
or some soul they should call brother but don't.
I inhaled, clutching this venomous word in my throat.
It is the first day of spring, I will not be goaded
into wading through the murky swamp.
I will exhale, breathe out flowers, not stings.
It is the first day of spring
and I will pretend the world is good.
© 2010 Nordette N. Adams