maat’s scale..

when i placed
your history
on
maat’s scale
it did not move
as if
there is
no truth
to
weigh

 

 

 

a different kind of woke…

a simple
warm embrace
when
being
lovingly held
in
gentle arms
life’s
endless noise
is
dampened
the chaotic sounds
of the world
are replaced
by
heartbeats
sounds
generally
not perceived
like
breaths upon
your neck
but
sadly
in the routine
of
just living
life
those embraces
are
taken for granted
until
one day
they’re
no longer there
it’s
then
you wake up

to those fearing woke…

my soul will not bleed
you may tear away my flesh
torture these old bones
scream obscenities
but i have learned of the truth
and understand my self-worth
so your words and deeds
cannot penetrate my soul
centuries of lies
used as societal chains
no longer bound my future
to your perspective of life
without breath or pulse
i would rather be than forced
to live as a slave to your will