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A Soul Sold-Out

I ask, “What happens to a soul sold?”

Perhaps it opens wide
Like a galaxy from beyond our grasp
Mending great divides…
Clutching inequality fast
Does it constantly question its value?
Look for receipts…in seats
Labeled ‘white attributes…
…Only’? Does it compare itself to free?

Maybe it attaches its virtue
To cowhides and ‘Becky(s) with good hair’

Maybe it’s blissfully
Ignorantly
Richly
Unaware?