My proclivity
to persevere
causes fear…
simply because
I take their hate
and don’t bend,
I grin and play possum,
my tactics are mighty,
a Master Teacher,
I was told.
I analyze
the microaggressions
and store it in
my pineal gland –
words as filter and descriptor
echoed by way of poetry
redirected back to the Earth,
repurposed for good.
My insolence
was rooted
in the determination
woven into my
DNA code,
may I be so bold
not to do
as I’m told…
never catch me
playing sambo
or falling for
mumbo jumbo,
like melanated folk
wearing red caps
with gibberish
on the front…
unbelievable, treasonous
these evangelicals,
conservatives
are superlatives of hypocrisy
while I
wield the
audacity not to be
the fall guy
in nefarious plots…
let it be stated
in the deposition
of record
that I wasn’t fitting
the description.
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