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A poem on resistance

Photo by Tim Gouw on Unsplash

Small fists like gavels
pound the podium
and shake America
until its rivers run reversed.

This is the violence of change,
the smug callousness of power
pushing itself where it isn’t wanted,
a rape that calls itself right.




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Jay Sizemore

Jay Sizemore

Provocative truth teller, author of 19 poetry collections. Cat dad. Dog dad. Currently working from Portland, Oregon. Learn more at:

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