Fury

How can you subdue my fury?

When it glowers hot? 

When they put a match to oily pot?

My entrails on fire–consistent with a gunshot 

Fire after fire–is it simmering? Or boiling hot?

Reflecting my burnt soul, 

Enslavement in modern Jim Crow

My Mother is the Sun 

I feel her warmth and heat;

I look in the sky–she is there, 

radiant and shining

I was took away from the nurturing embrace 

So I shiver when she walks away

But our bond, unbreakable

Our connection, unshakeable 

Living in the world, nowhere to go 

I’m at my lowest point

I wish I could take your pain and emotional trauma 

That is the hardest pain 

It can sit, fester

It will never go away

Until you take upon yourself to accept

To accept what you can’t change

So much injustice–God bring on the rain

Please wash away the filth

Take away my pain from the point

The point of innocence 

A lot of things change.