"Distortion" - 5/27/19
What you may never opt to understand in this meridian
Is how imposing envy's presence bolstered by pride's
Resentful, hope-defying words hurled against glass
Loaded pistols catapults of shame guilt recklessness
Emboldened with possessiveness' rueful inability to
See past codependency's ever-engulfing pit of need
Bore down on me at such a cellular level that fear
Became not only love's middle name but the face of
Affection's dysmorphia a mirror-ball of all the blame
Bitterly transferred from your compounded past onto
The person least equipped to weather it guess what
I didn't deserve it didn't deserve it didn't deserve it
"Pacifist" - 5/27/19
Taking the high road is not always easy
There are times when volcanic ash beckons me
To succumb to its fiery seductive symphony
But in my heart I know surrendering to havoc's self-pity
Will only deafen me to the miracle of each cerulean
Dawn's brave beauty so I breath in regret and exhale
Empathy grateful for perspective history has given me
"Albatross" - 5/15/2019
I am not normally one for rage
I am a diplomat if not by nature
Than by nurture aka spiritual survival
But today a fire burns so hotly
In my heart which happens to beat
In my mind's eye reminding me that
Yes I am one in four yes I was forcibly made 'impure'
And no it's none of anyone's goddam business
But I 'handled it' immediately which happened
To be, for me, a very simple, clear-cut
Obvious choice born of atrocity
Today you tell me that if you'd had your way
I would have been bound to give birth recklessly
I would have been bound to agree irrevocably
With your subjective opinion of what happened to me
At the expense of every fragile facet of my eventuality
And my morning after would have been necessarily
Relived perpetually in your dystopian patriarchy
By the grace of love I was given this life
By the grace of good I was given this mind
By the grace of God I was given this body mass
Too weak to fend off the 'needs' of an albatross
To be, for him, a very simple, clear-cut
Obvious choice born of frivolity
So I am not one for rage
I am a diplomat if not by nature
Than by nurture aka practical survival
But today a flood of lies so rotten
Fuels this argument which happens to stem
From "religion" reminding us that yes there is so
Church in State yes our voices must reverberate
And yes it is every woman's goddam business
So I breathe underwater to quell flames of misogyny
Ravaging our fragile atmosphere of justice
Deafening noise born of inequity