Banned In Boston Poem by Roy Blokker

Read me.
Let Holden Caulfield erase graffiti
From the walls
Of the canyons
Of your mind
So Sis won't see it.
Let Puddinhead Wilson prove
That black is white is black
And people become
How you treat them.
Let Billy Pilgrim become
Unstuck in time
In the middle of a firestorm
American bombs created
Dropped in hate.
No protest no restriction
No censorship.
Watch me, photographs
Of shaved headed men
In love
And a young girl skirts up high
Casually touching herself
And remember.
Play me, haunting music
To rival Strauss
But long buried beside my bones
When the Nazis erased me
From existence
Because of who I am.