My Little Finger In The Snare Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

So powerful this little figure
It refused to wear the ring
And said it would pass and have
My second fingure take it.

When asked to help hold
A fork into my mouth it
Totally refused and chose
To dangle loosely declaring
Its own independence.

When asked to point out
A thief it said it has
No eyes so how could he
Have seen the thief for
All things human feel
The same when you only
But dangle down their
Empty hand.

When asked to handle
A one hundred dollar
Bill, it sighed and
Said finally I get
The message and moved
Closer to the others
And said 'united we stand'
And even offered to join in
When they sign a check for
A million dollars and then
Went off to play in the sand
Arguing that the sand is a good
Friend for it does not know any
Racism even on white sandy bitches
It is allowed to play even in this
Era of racist shootings that have
Police shoot on hands up
Don't shoot. It says it is in this
Snare for lack of leg room.