Democratic vote, out
me, a single note
of discord
(Not the right clothing,
Not the right hair).

I should have stood up
for you
for me

for raising hands
to the still perfectblue sky.

Your forgiveness quickened straight
but mine to myself lags,
stirring somewheres in this bone-cage.

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