I know what it is to have a knee in my back
Between my shoulder blades,
“Just for a minute.”
I don’t give a flying fuck
How you justify it
With culture.
Familial culture doesn’t justify
Holding a terrified, fight or flight driven
Child (or adult or adult I know but my body remember it
In a child’s body with a child’s heart and a child’s
Access to information about what this was)
Down, face in the carpet until (I)
They stop screaming,
A knee between shoulder blades pressing down
Arms held immobile and straining
Legs pinned by your/his feet.
Fuck. You.
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