Hope Street

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.

Published by Maggie Winnall

Hello, I'm Maggie, I am an artist who writes in fabric and thread, stitching the 'text' into textiles and colour into quilts..... You can read more on my About page at www.Sewinstudio.com

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