Injustice in America Form: The Bop Ann WJ White When a teen, I raised my fists against racism, violence; but for LBGTQ rights, women, elders, battered children, nature. I squeaked and squawked in righteous fury, pushed away, seated, a white bread girl against a tide…

The voices once quiet, The ones unheard, ignored, Even silenced at times. They get louder. They echo In chambers we built To contain them. But the cycle never ends. The voices get louder. The faces get seen. No longer veiled by The darkness we impose….