I watched The United States vs Billie Holiday.
A song that made white men uncomfortable so she had to be stopped.
And drugs were an easy choice because she did have a heroin addiction.
This poem is inspired by the movie.
slow plunge of the syringe
shot through my veins
numbing the deep pain inside.
Time without reason
men allowed to kill men
of different colors
(passed in 2022 how sad is that-
the length of time to criminalize lynching-
100 years in the making
200 failed attempts)
my voice rises with passion
try to cut me down
take the words
because they make you uncomfortable.
My soul has felt
ancestors demanding my vengeance
but it cannot be
for it would lower me
to the same level
as those bastards
14 year old boys
Sport for some?
Pure hatred and evil for others
this is history as we know it.
they took me down
arrested me on my deathbed
so they would not look like clowns.
But in the end
for it is my name that is remembered