I weep

It’s heavy,

Ten tens rested

On my solar plexus,

Oppressive as it compacts,

The space where I breathe vitality in,

Over there in their rose colored world

Sit the Haves of the ages,

The barely aged,

Speaking hypothetic

Of another man’s truth,

But me?

I’m struggling to let oxygen through

My cement chest,

And wondering not for the first time

If any of this is worth it,

Is it worth it?

When labels and titles

Expensive names

And useless adjectives

Are more important than Innocent’s suffering?

When hunger cries go unanswered

And we turn a blind eyes to the battered

And cold shoulders to the needy

With devils whispering unseen

While we rally proud for a chance to sit

on the spike of Maslow’s pyramid?

I let tears run down my cheeks

For another mother son

Raped figuratively and literally,

For another sister child

Forced too soon to put aside childish things,

In order to learn how to hate herself,

And I weep

Hot salty hopelessness into my pillow

For all those needing justice,

While we fight dead battles

And futile arguments

In the name of fashionable causes,

I weep

As my sistas hold vigils for

Social idols free bleeding,

Rhetorics of hatred

Trying to affect change

For the better?

I weep for our humanity lost

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