A Letter to Congress

I will kneel on broken glass as 

my blood stains the pearly sheen so that 

you will see I've resorted to my last option: begging 

before you (as a woman should be) to rip 

the cloth around your eyes away & 

see the world for what it is 

                                what we've become 

the path we've been set on by one man 

whose power and authority is said to 

rule over all under our flag: 

white stripes for the real men of our nation 

red stripes from my knees from pleading too long 

blue oceans from the tears I’ve cried. 

You were elected to serve your people 

                                       not your God 

                                       not your ideologies 

                                             your people 

who are struggling with inflation and the cost of tariffs 

who are worried about their Medicare 

who are fearful of sending their children to school;

they put their trust in you &

you abuse it every time he opens his mouth

& your backbone withers & dies. 

I will kneel on broken glass as 

my blood stains your beloved flag; I would happily 

bleed out if it means you finally understand

the exact cost silence will give you.