Scars that run for miles.
Much too much to mend,
Hidden behind pressed shirts/sunglasses.
Yesterday’s sins buried in the grass,
The city gleams, pristine,
As if nothing’s ever happened.
Here’s a little gallery of photos from my visit to The Broad Museum earlier this month, with a very good friend:
Freedom was built on the backs of our ancestors,
With the tears of our foremothers,
The blood of our brothers.
Don’t tell us how to be,
Don’t tell us what to believe,
Fear that what little freedom we have suffered for will be stripped away.
Think, don’t just follow suit.
Photo: Alexis Micu 📷
Art: Jasper Johns (Courtesy of The Broad Museum)