Dickheads shit-talk, huddled single-file    First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads    or mourn a murdered friend    who will never walk a mile    in this tiny woman's shoes.    Drink up and mumble your abuse.    I'm still humbled by it all:    busting windows and getting busy    around the same time    (with Labonte's older sister    behind the sportsplex    decked out in her Speedos),    that I was riding with no hands,    Bella was flinching from the sting    of a Depo Proveran "family planning",    and a holocaust spanning    her own Pearl Harbour    A prison my country underwrote in paradise.    25 years to the rest of her life.    And in the shadows of Santa Cruz,    she crossed her fingers behind her back.    where as night fell she emerged    Built Suharto a Trojan horse and lay still    with a box under her arm    'til the motherfucker sent her north    and her uniform.    that held der pledge of allegiance    She laid it at the gates    of General's embassy    and her whisper echoed into a dawn    The truth will set my people free    as she disappeared: