This piece is an alternative version of my recent essay, What They Can’t Scrub Away. I came home from a month in the UK to find murals erased, rainbow crosswalks scrubbed under halogen light, and vaccine protections under attack—all dressed up as “freedom” for political theater.
Wish I had something more pithy to say other than I love this poem, but I love this poem. ☮️💖🤘🏼
Your kind words mean the world to me. 🙏❤️