Wicked Avenger

Pretty Princess
Sweet Baby
you cooed
making me sick
I turned my head
unable to watch
detach
go away
deep inside
where shall I hide?
Forced to look into your eyes
head held in a vise grip
your evil leer
forever 
etched by acid
deep in my mind.
One after another
they came
while I lay
near death
bled dry 
fierce warrior
rising in my breast
she will not let me die.
Time heals
they assured me
pain will fade
the inside scars though
they are always there.
I beg to differ.
I watched you die.
One after the other.
You begged me to stop.
You begged with all your might.
Just like you
I was deaf.
Unlike you.....
I had the will for revenge.

©Feb. 4/23

Why’d it take so long?

 I watched The United States vs Billie Holiday. 
Strange Fruit. 
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.

Pin prick
slow plunge of the syringe
milky liquid
shot through my veins
numbing the deep pain inside. 
Time without reason
men allowed to kill men
of different colors
without consequence
(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
with pain
try to cut me down
take the words
twist them 
because they make you uncomfortable.
My soul has felt
tugged upon
ancestors demanding my vengeance
but it cannot be
for it would lower me
to the same level
as those bastards
murdering mamas
papas
14 year old boys
for why?
Sport for some?
Pure hatred and evil for others
this is history as we know it.
Lies
distortions
they took me down
arrested me on my deathbed 
so they would not look like clowns.
But in the end
I win
for it is my name that is remembered 
not his.

©Jan 16/23
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