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Dickheads shit-talk, huddled single-file
First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads
who will never walk a mile
or mourn a murdered friend
in this tiny womanīs shoes.
Drink up and mumble your abuse.
Iīm still humbled by it all:
around the same time
that I was riding with no hands,
busting windows and getting busy
behind the sportsplex
(with Labonteīs older sister
decked out in her Speedos),
Bella was flinching from the sting
of a Depo Proveran "family planning",
her own Pearl Harbour
and a holocaust spanning
25 years to the rest of her life.
A prison my country underwrote in paradise.
And in the shadows of Santa Cruz,
she crossed her fingers behind her back.
Built Suharto a Trojan horse and lay still
'til the motherfucker sent her north
where as night fell she emerged
with a box under her arm
that held der pledge of allegiance
and her uniform.
She laid it at the gates
of Generalīs embassy
and her whisper echoed into a dawn
as she disappeared:

The truth will set my people free