Thursday, August 16, 2018
Thunder. Is. Appropriate.
it's almost like i want someone to put me in my place
so convincingly that i will be able there to stay
or at least to the extent i've experienced recently
i didn't mind it that much-- just a hard pinch of relief
a giant of a man stood in my path and did his dance
of existence assertion fertility personal power
a sage of a woman let down her braids and they
were all of my wrongs sewn into a jacket of shame
it's weird when a sting is actually an improvement
over what, a chronic day-to-day of head banging
i could see horrors in the craw of their history
and relax in the fancy that they also cried for me
i feared the righteousness of their angry purpose
and it made me silent
by Phyllis (embedded)
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