Rinse and Repeat

A poem

And when they braid

your hair with racial slurs,

rub consent off your skin

When they paint your nails

with the binary

and label your love a sin

When they kiss your mouth

with words that taste more

of spit than hurt

When they pull off

your skirt to tell you it’s shorter

than respect

and stick their hands

between your legs

and tell you that’s not something

your pronoun should wear

When you’ve been fighting for so long

you reek of the enemy,

rinse and repeat.

rinse and repeat.

rinse and repeat.

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