She spent an eternity to find her voice
Yet you found a way to cut her out
She fought generational doors to lead
Yet you blocked and created a blackout
Sounds just discovered, wanting to beat a rhythm
Yet you hide and create a noise throughout
All she has, are her words stringed together to be found
Is this fair to shut her …. Causing her to doubt
Voices are mummed, summons unheard, what can be done?
Let’s come together and hold the space…. “Simply let her Voice out”.
The deceased pompus lady-
Who lays in check
Tripped before she was ready
Her billows of ego-
mummed in life's demise.
Is she really her-
who froze testos
By a mere horse stride of a walk-
Trashing men's alluring gestures
With a flaring condemnation glare
That glided past through figures-
With an ego of a she gazelle.
Yes, that one,
Bury her in the sky instead
For in the world full of us
She tip toed our desires
And opted to live alone
In the fantasy of our admires
Like by clouds you were sired.
...
Just what is midnight
a blackened time
a space at night
without light
and just what is midnight
the middle of the day
for darkness plays
sound is mummed
light is shunned
and just what is midnight
the precursor to dawn
darkness formed
24th hour
dead end flower
and what is midnight the 12th hour
5/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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