I posted a poem on history written by an author in the eighteen hundreds
it is about how our ancestors taught us english,
math, science
and our ancestors are dead
it is up to you too use those things left behind
"they call him skinny"
they call him skinny because dead people have no meat on their bones
as skeletons never do.
the fakes are over there discussing weight loss
not history
not truth
not heritage
not poetry
truth speaks for itself