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a poem about the trees when the woods are full of racist policemen
If a tree falls
in the forest
and no white people are
there to hear it
does it make a s—
“Wait, how can you be sure it fell over?”
“You’re exaggerating,
it’s just leaning.”
“It must have
grown the wrong way
otherwise why
would it fall?”
“More research
is needed,
we’ll look into it.”
“I just started
a ‘save-the-trees’
non-profit.”
“ALL PLANTS MATTER.”
“You can’t take away my saw.”
“Why are we still
talking about
trees?”
—sound?
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