Who is us?
Us is, maybe, who we say we are? Nah, I can't get there, not yet. At least, us is also who we do we are. Us is the bullies who tease the little girl with the broken leg. Us is the principal with the unlivable rules of conduct. Us is teachers teaching "history" as the school board requires instead of as it happened. Us is church people storming the streets for black, brown, or tan people to terrorize. Us is a car industry so locked to petroleum that it doesn't even try hard to convince us to go electric. Us is an oil industry that won't quit, not until it's sucked Mother Earth dry, one way, or filthied her unlivable another way. Us is singing hosannahs to our own sweetness and generosity while incarcerating over two and a quarter million of ourselves. But on top of all that and more, us is nice, us is polite, us abides by the law, us sings in choirs. And some of us, universe bless us, sings alone.
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