White Woman at a Flea Market

Oh,

pot made of clay.

You are a pleasure piece

in this modern day.

Some white woman

found you at a flea market

and thought you were chic.

She saw your pattern,

how your scales shined in the sun,

and was hypnotized.


Your companion is missing.

Your purchaser peeked inside

and there was an echo:

a silent hissing.

Her cultural awareness:

missing. 

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