Repression
i. you said they came with rocks
so i built a fortress for emotion
brick by brick from bitter lies
about how you thought it was,
to love a woman.
ii. i know how it feels,
to have been pursued;
never mind your
sympathies ー
dare you claim
the face of judgement,
sitting atop your high
horse named
privilege?
when might ignorance
rear its ugly head?
for it is the fool
who must learn;
to be loved by a woman
is not the same as
loving one
iii. it was the divorce;
a tragic
demise to a
youthful thing
that made me,
yes... ー
i withstood your
blows, splintering
in slow motion
with a crack here
a crack there ー
i was glass in those days
iv. i tear open wounds
to bleed out my truths;
a rude awakening from
slumber, they ooze red in
filed lines, fleeing my
hands’ desperate bidding
v. you’ll be eaten alive
but you alone
were famished,
for society had already
its last supper
june 26, 2015;
didn’t you hear?
it was by invite
only
you hunger for
pain only to
c h o k e