marking territory

the door read, 'libaciones' and i needed a drink

(a negroni)

yes, i know, that order is not what you'd think.

i saw all their eyes tracing me as i walked towards the bar

(red lips)

and i asked the bartender, donde puedo fumar?

he motioned to the terrace, and i slipped off my fur coat

(warm night)

i was thinking about my ancestors fighting for their right to vote.

it seems arduous for so many to comprehend the weight of what i feel

(the power)

that's harnessed from my bloodlines persecution; it's utterly surreal.

and you think you hold all of the power in that white hand?

(you don't)

my existence is a revolution and it's high time you shared this land.