Today's rhaps is on ... Democracy
- Joia
- Dec 13, 2020
- 2 min read
Updated: Apr 18

Western thought is based on a culture that denigrates women and slaves. From the white pillars of the Acropolis to the slave-built White House in Washington DC, that certain men are created equal holds—as long as their anatomy bypasses wombs and melanin.
They need us to prop them up. We decline at our peril, get hunted down and slaughtered, gassed in the streets and hustled into unmarked vans. An occasional Sultan or President stoops to set us free, yet in the Reconstructions and Reconciliations a new Apartheid is forced down our throats. We try to beat them at their own game, wear suits and ties, get rich enough to eat the poison cake. We become them, and disappear.
We strive for a Democracy truly whole, one that lives up to its logical goal. For if we all count, the count must include us all. Born in the seeds of exclusion, the body politic evolves in salty gasps and budding limbs, climbing out of a distant sea, Mare Nostrum, to the shining shores of a mighty land, to a cruel place built upon our sweating backs, to children born of our labor, to a future born of an inalienable dream.
13 DECEMBER 2020
Democracy
Western thought
Is based on a culture that
Denigrates
Women and slaves.
From the white pillars of the
Acropolis
To the slave-built
White House
In Washington DC
That certain men are created equal holds!
As long as their anatomy
Bypasses
Wombs and melanin.
They need us to prop them up!
We decline at our peril
Get hunted down
And slaughtered
Gassed in the streets and
Hustled into unmarked vans.
An occasional Sultan
Or President
Stoops
To set us free, yet
In the Reconstructions
And Reconciliations
A new Apartheid is
Forced
Down our throats.
We try to beat them at their own game
Wear suits and ties
Get rich enough
To eat the poison cake.
We become them
And disappear.
We strive for a Democracy truly whole!
One that lives up to its logical goal.
For if we all count
The count must include us all.
Born in the seeds of exclusion
The body politic evolves
In salty gasps and budding limbs
Climbing out of a distant sea
Mare Nostrum
To the shining shores
Of a mighty land!
To a cruel place
Built upon our sweating backs
To children born of our labor
To a future born
Of an inalienable dream.
18 APRIL 2025
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