Salt Poem by Cin Sweet

read about me today, printed scrolling waste
something someone, I dunno, someplace said
remembering me, huh, as if I were dead
am i dead? has the medicine man killed me dead yet?
and or maybe someone took a pot shot from the normal train
had to, ran outa buffalo, people starving for right
shot me down dead in the shame of it all
but dare you not, don't ask me, seclusion has me halved and wilted
judgement? i'm too small now to pick that word up and-
put it to any good use like a maytag something or a broom
you give it a try, before you cast your condemnation
hook me in my sex changed thigh, you'll have % at your side
I wouldn't blame you, so go pick up that salt shaker
shake it on my wounded lips been split 14 times before
even if I can't feel it I will relive the pain just for you, love
and, in the name of 'my god and whats happened to this great land.'