Spit in my Left Eye

   With reclining ease her chants and  sounds created a stampede of twirling lingo and endless lines. Avocado plains pulsing to the beat of djembe drums blue yodels cavorting to a 6 stringed bass. Her womb stirred this cauldron craze birthing a love affair with rhythm and rhyme A long legged giraffe, resplendent in the salutations of her offspring Her beauty incomparable, impenetrable, A Countess decked with garlands, A queen praised by saplings,      earthen groans that pushed forth greatness.                                                                                                                                                                                                                   “Oh Mama, the wonder of your divine beauty, you who scrupulously nurtured the pained even in your gloom and affliction, whose sorrows filled buckets hauled across hills to faraway water coils, an untamable fire that coursed a rich legacy; humble eloquence clothe

The trauma of injustice fertilises our souls till we are but a shadow of our former selves It is the red that stains the hands that scalp law breakers  Vigilante justice has destroyed our humanity; we have forgotten how to feel Too wound up in fierce despair and blind ferocity to listen. Our eyes seek tabloids and newsworthy columns but our insight is as a cloudy lens,    contaminated by hate and calcified logic.   we are too tightly strung;  stuck to a mental rung in arbitrary frenzy to unseat the dictator. We can be healed of this madness but only if we start to feel; really feel the fear of those who travail through the same troubles we do   we must learn to reason not as fools but as the freed not as slaves but as saints - to  fight as victors not victims for surely he who fixates on death is already defeated.   If we are consumed by vengeful obsession to rip the heart of the cantankerous viper are we too then not as he is?    Our free