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