Boiling Over
anguish overflows
pouring thoughts
into a legitimacy
I had been told
best left not to unsettle
what has been imposed
but that corrosive tolerance
will slow drip life if left seeded
a door that had guarded
a frail lock
began to creak open
I ran fingers of my mother
through my thick natural hair
defiant to be reckoned with
strong-willed wild free
and knowing its privileged place in history
an ironic impression
I am reminded in haste
that there are those
that are offended
by the coils of my tree
why is it again
that I am not allowed
to just exist and be free?
that toil was at cost
ripped from sacred ground
dumped onto a seized land
an orphan
bowing over backwards
tears on cheeks ever turning
left unbalanced muzzled
bound and burning
the deception manicured
for generations to come
diligently working
to despise and degrade
introducing fear of God
in attempt to contain
now, combustion igniting
into a raging fire
abandoned justice
is being freed
from her chains
the regret should come
as the present teacher
not
as the dead reminder
Copyright © Gabrielle Jordan | Year Posted 2018
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