By my own and others, for my own and others — (get the audio here) Harrowed.
I spent these evenings,
Throat, narrowed.
Just angry. I didn’t spend years,
Coding and crafting,
And helped and grafted,
For my evening years shafted,
By a society who doesn’t want-
This package? So pillaged the talent. Then the rest,
Like the depiction of Jesus,
Whitewashed…