She arrived at Hope Street, smiling
She left that Place, shamed
The white man trigger, fired
‘If it was up to him’ he’d said
‘He wouldn’t let her in ‘
No one looking out, for her ( or anyone else ? )
No understanding eyes
On a reactive path
Set up to fail
The white man trigger, holding the gun
The white man abuser, hating difference from himself
The white man
The white man pattern repeating itself.
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