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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 © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 10/28/2018 7:57:00 AM
Had to come back and re-witness this wonderful verse....Again marvelous don't ever stop writing...WRItE ON!!! ~~~James
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Date: 9/6/2018 7:45:00 PM
Very, very deep reliable write..Bless you for sharing your creativity Your craft is excellent... write On!! WELCOME to the Soup Write On and have fun ~James
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Date: 7/12/2018 8:58:00 AM
A tremendous piece that you should be very proud of. Welcome to the soup.
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Date: 6/16/2018 9:12:00 AM
...to become less than we are to allay the fears of others......a daunting and infuriating task...This is very well written. The line breaks and staccato pace accentuate the slashing tenor of this poem.
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