The Contemporary Evil

the Contemporary Evil, 2011 Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez I am tired, of you I am tired of you and those like you Taking away without re-precautions Lurking, using your authority to get away Surfing to the light as if nothing has taken place Smiling Breathing Laughing I am tired, of you I am tired of you and those like you Hiding behind peacock feathers, beautiful colors Disguise that fools everyone, including you Contemplating when would be your next fix You walk among us smiling, breathing, laughing As if nothing is out of the ordinary, just another day Your life mirrors what everyone knows yet refuses to act on Refuses to stand up, shout no more Rise above, fight against you I am tired, of you I am tired of you and those like you Vociferando lies, fables that continues to weave the shield that protects you With every call a menace is release upon us Trusting we wait, hope opens the doors Suddenly; pitch black She said, he said I am tired, of you I am tired of you and those like you Hiding behind the oldest, largest legal gang of the world Oath to protect and served Unbalanced, to find minimum to no protecting, serving Deaf ears to what she said, experienced, lost Struck not once but twice within the same moment Entrust with life, not enough to be heard I am tired, of you I am tired of you and those like you My skin opens, bleeds with every news of your protected lifestyle Your privilege life hiding behind the color blue Walking along a white man’s anthem As old as the blues Weeps uncontrollably my skin Not seen, not heard, nor spoken Swept under the rug my pain, her lost and unfortunately her inheritance Mind, I can be your grandmother, mother, sister, daughter Don’t fix upon me the undesired, unwanted I am tired Aren’t you?