It began with a crackle
A spark
A sharp zip in the air
Then followed the inevitable
The thunderous drum
The low rumble
The sound that settles in bone
A deep growl
A warning
And then came rain
Drizzle, then hail, then sleet
Banging on windows
It shrieked and screeched
It wailed and weeped
A wounded cry
The cacophony rolled
And the sound grew loud
Until it invaded every corner
And then
Just as suddenly as I had arrived
I exhaled and withdrew
Curls of fog left behind
A glimmer of prismatic light
Peeked its way out of my heart
Finally calmed and cooled
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 11:55 PM UTC
Take up the White Man’s burden—
Commit a deed so vile
Turn upside down their freedoms
Unrestrained, you beguile
In silence you creep and prey
On those that bare their hearts
They welcome you in with smiles
You steal their lives in parts
Take up the White Man’s burden
You claim to bring them light
With Western innovation
Instead you steal their right
To be a sovereign people
You think your ego grants
The theft of other cultures
You are not some gallants
Take up the White Man’s burden
And **** those who you mock
Your eyes cannot see color
Only justice that you block
They cry and they cannot breathe
Held underneath your knee
You say that they deserved it
But by whose accursed decree?
Take up the White Man’s burden
And claim to be your own
The talents that you covet
Your bitter farce has grown
But now your time has ended
Your lies have now unfurled
Now you will face as God’s wrath
The judgement of the world
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 2:39 AM UTC
Oh, my dearest!
Timid, and tired, and terrified you were.
Small, and silent, you hid your head in the ground.
Your future loomed in front of you,
And you could not even look to its' peak.
Oh, my dearest!
Your fragile heart trembled,
Your embers just barely stoked.
Any time you felt the call,
Whispers of contempt fluttered in through your ears,
And drew you back.
Oh, my dearest!
Bold, and brave, and brilliant you are.
Tall, and vocal, your eyes only ever look to the skies.
Your future looms in front of you,
And you grasp the next ledge.
Oh, my dearest!
They said that you would fall,
And you looked at them,
And you laughed,
And you ran right ahead.
Oh, my dearest!
Where will you go,
Now that you are free?
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 11:41 AM UTC