She

She has a jealous spirit that kind that is so good at wearing a mask you have to ask yourself

Have I ever seen its true face
 
She wears a jealous spirit , not on her sleeve but on her tongue, her weapon of choice wet by the tears of those she offended
 
Do you realize you have been oppressed instead of defended 
 
A small army of blades slashing through skin like a sport
 
Silver biting into flesh , bodies shaking , jerking, faces contort
 
This is pain
 
This is what flood gates of agony look like when they burst open from the rain 
 
This has been One drop to many 
but a mans life now adays ain't worth a shit let alone a shiny penny 
 
And she wears her face still
 
Shooting daggers into our will
Power running thin she reminds us this meat suit is no shield 
 
Begging for pain to stop but We're only human , it takes time to heal 
 
 
Our tortured and bloody flesh she has made a meal, 
 
And it's so cold here .
 
Her jealousy is tangible,
 
Like hanging ropes , 
 
the reason black girls are cursed with short hair
 
No one wants to choke 
 
Kinky black strands suffocating our throats and we remember ,
 
It's the middle of July but her frost bites like December  
 
bodies fall like tall trees without a voice screaming timber
 
 
coward authours will say this is the home of the brave
 
And she has done nothing but made us all slaves
 
to many to count have become afraid, 
 
the blood soaked soil a mass grave
 
 
But as you step onto the battlefield
unequipped , no weapon to yeild
 
dont expect a helping hand
 
she feasts to quickly on a fallen man
 
for the rule book states
 
To play the game, accept the stakes
 
united in the way promises break
 
but while you're here enjoy your stay
 
this is after All The USA
 
 And She has such a jealous spirit
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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