She surrounded herself with
All manner of people who
Flattered and inflated her to
Fleeting girth and satiety.
When she became listless and
Shrivelled, she summoned
Another retinue and basked in
Sycophantic adulation.
When it came time to repose,
She stifled the cries with
Copious amounts of self-congratulation,
Elaborate salves of deception.
In his quietest moments he
Understood that it was not
Others who merited his caustic
Contempt or held his fate in
Their unworthy hands. It was
He who had the responsibility
To heal the wounds that had
Found permanent asylum in
The disremembered corners of
His unconsciousness.
Cavalierly excuses himself
When she deferentially
Asks for help for her family.
A rigged game dependent on
Her subservience and
Fear of merciless reprisal.
Surviving day to day
On the fringes of a
Community that scorns her,
Demeans her very existence,
Considers her less than a person.
Spoiled starched gentlemen,
Primped wilting ladies,
An air of contrived civility
Masks a ruthless
Disregard for humanity.
Reposing in fortified edifice
Overlooking tattered hovels,
Broken dreams that never
Took flight.
Counting his earnings
From the sweat of
Indentured
Beings.
Surveying his lands,
Faceless toiling peasantry,
Noble tradition reverberating
In the present.
She never would say why
She dated the men who didn’t
Treat her well. One could surmise
That things hadn’t been at all
Stable.
She never would say why
She dated the other guys, the ones who
Called and behaved irregularly and
Insolently insisted on having their
Freedom.
She never would say why
She did not date the next person.
The one who treated her wonderfully.
One might gather that it wasn’t
For her.
They say it’s
Not about race,
But it is.
They say it’s
Not about bigotry,
But it is.
They say it’s
Not about prejudice,
But it is.
What will happen when he
Achieves total world domination?
Will it quell the
Feelings of insecurity —
Restore to wholeness
Countless victims fallen
Prey to avarice?
It won’t matter in the end —
He’ll vanish in time —
As we all do.
The legacy of destruction
Cries louder than any
Philanthropic pretense,
Eviscerating the world
To seize some
Artificial sense of security.
As the smoke clears,
We discover, as always, that
It didn’t have to be this way.
What a joyful moment when
Some person realizes how
Great she is, opens her wings,
Soars undaunted into the
Realm of possibilities,
Blissful realization.
When asked whether
Her book was in stores
Or had won any awards,
She knew she was not
In the presence of
Discerning supporters
But, rather, conventional
Creatures who only measure value
Based on prestige and status
Instead of understanding
The transcendence of her work.
