(For many of us there is nothing new or alarming in the recent events being played out on the national and international stage. Some of us were marching and protesting decades ago for injustices that others turned a blind eye. History is repeating and again many are turning a blind eye. For those who have never fallen asleep on the FIGHT, stay strong. For those who are waking up, welcome.)
Mary, mary, far from contrary
Gardens day and night.
The youngest bird has flown the nest
And nothing is feeling right.
Social media is her friend
Her lover, and confidante
She picks her scabs until they bleed
Emotions need transplant.
Then it happened one winter day
Purpose dropped down from high
The heavens opened up on her
And she knew the reason why
She breathed and purred a carnal moan
That ached and gave her claws
As many years of maze running
Gave her the needed pause.
Stay woke they said a cunning quip
That fueled her passion long
A purpose strong it molded her
To be woke with anger and strong.