Poison Was Her Elixir
Poison was her elixir
And also her nightcap
Thus her imaginations comingled with theories of machinations
Many considered madcap
Thus inward she withdrew
from the garish world we live
Where autonomy, cavorting and various deeds
Pope Gregory I's heart attack it would give
With slight upon slight she found a cause
To build and build her many walls
And the exacerbation was from stagnation
Caused by decades of living in subordination
From the poison came delusions
That contained no solutions
That left her intentions tainted
Since her own endeavors had been abated
She told her son the sky was the limit
But because he was a black male the limit was the sky
And black women had it easier
Downright lie
And the word queer
Bore synonymous names
Deviant- no progeny
Blackball and chains
Thankfully her son is wise
And sees through the toxic haze
And will drink the bitter medicine
For his remaining days