jane winsford


I was at home,
alone,
out of the corner of my eye
I saw a bright flicker.

I put down my book and walked to the window.
there,
as I looked out the window,
the fire blazed with intense hatred and the intent to scare.

I watched in momentary blankness,
the fire that consumed the cross.
the cross.

realization consumed me,
and finally came to mind,
that those racist pigs,
are burning a cross.

I wish my mother was here,
but she’s at the concert with father.
I wonder if they’ve noticed it yet...

I got my book, and walked back to the chair.
I curled up in the chair in fright,
but still stayed calm.

just waiting for mother to hold me.