Offspring!


the smallest person in the room

with the loudest voice is normally me

when my spitfire aura feels injustice  

 

my plasma undergoes a transmutation

of EXTREME rage – in part due to my lineage

i am able to sense the agony of those who

 

have been & continue to be oppressed

but when that ugly little piece of life

turns into a bile riddle decayed butterfly

 

which strongly impacts your spawn

you being to contemplate their ancestry

merged and the ache they must constantly

 

endure – my mantle has always and will

continue to be justice for those whose

hands are tightly adhered with one inch

 

chain links and a knee compressed

right on their the neck housed

with malicious intent — lady justice

 

requires her blindfold if she could envision

all the grotesque atrocities life has to offer

now fast forward decades later

 

when your children pick up your mantle

i’ve consistently been ridiculed

for the one who stood up for

 

the fundamental rights

of others now to see my offspring

devastated by the darkness

 

encourages me to fight harder


Inspired By Jordan Watts (@sorceress_of_punk), Black Lives Matter 

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