My anger
Is
Spiritual
A glittering, iridescent mass of burning pain
That coats softer
Parts of my body
Yes it feels good
No you may not touch it
Yes it will maim you
–
Your ancestors claimed
A “divine” right to my
Ancestor’s land
I claim
A divine right
To be pissed about it
–
Monsters
Often have blue glass eyes
Watching
But failing to see
True colors
Their mouths filled
With dust
Projecting hated images
Onto bodies that are not theirs
As easily as an artist
Paints canvas
He said “Don’t look behind the curtain”
But I already knew I was being played
–
In kindergarden
I learned
Play nice
&
You will get yours
I’ll be damned
If I’m gonna wait
Any longer