{"id":721,"date":"2009-10-09T03:53:22","date_gmt":"2009-10-09T03:53:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/averral.com\/blog\/?p=721"},"modified":"2009-10-09T03:54:54","modified_gmt":"2009-10-09T03:54:54","slug":"my-suppression","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2009\/10\/my-suppression\/","title":{"rendered":"My Suppression"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My lips, taped with a black cross
\nMy hands, tied to my back
\nMy knees, on the rocky pavement
\nbleeding in vain<\/p>\n

My eyes can’t see no more<\/p>\n

For the truth is right here in front of me
\nI am silenced<\/em>, not to speak the truth<\/p>\n

For the fear it creates, the resentment it evokes
\nThe topping of societies, the restructuring of governance<\/p>\n

The bearer of justice is blind
\nThe world sees colours and genders
\nThey stereotype, discriminate, and prejudice
\nInto boxes of fixed perception<\/p>\n

In this dominant white male supremacy
\nThe hey days of the old colonial British past
\nThe flags of white, red and blue
\ncapitalism of manipulation.<\/p>\n

A curse of the pen
\nA writer I am.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My lips, taped with a black cross My hands, tied to my back My knees, on the rocky pavement bleeding in vain My eyes can’t see no more For the truth is right here in front of me I am silenced, not to speak the truth For the fear it creates, the resentment it evokes […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n