In plain sight

Son of Kings
who don’t kiss rings
of fiends,
trafficking in
barbarism…
I was told
of mighty things
that I would see
but I would
have to bend
the knee first…
in humility,
before receiving
the gift.

It is perverse
what we put on
pedestals…
harlotry and blasphemy
to Nth degree
my countrymen
kept deaf, dumb
and blind,
by design I surmise
for the purpose
of not being able
to rise…

how you figure
feeling triggered?
about the lived experiences
of others,
wanting them
to smother
the vestiges
of their humanity,
sinisterly…
doing evil
in plain sight.

Jealousy
wont let you see
that these
are yo’ Queens
you fiends,
it remains
to be
seen…
if cohesiveness
is a myth,
these hating ass dudes
spewing venoms
on those who
poured into them…
sisters, momma’s,
cousins, aunties
and all of em’…
scoundrels is
what the Ancients
used to call
them.