Wrote it after watching the slam crowd give a far lower score to a poem about lesbianism than it should have received out of a prejudice. Now I love Slam Nuba, and it's audience but that crossed the line. P.s. never piss off a poet.
Storm just freshly passed,
Raindrops dripped off leaves like Angels whipping tears from heaven.
She died beneath a rainbow.
the biblical sign of hope,
but the same people who quote it's verses denote this sign as unacceptable.
The word "faggot",
hit her ears too many times and it's phantom ringing curved the knife to her wrist,
arm,
and throat.
They day it takes strength to wreck that organ.
Either that or a vast amount of self determination
but don't you dare think she felt strong.
If she were alive,
she'd tell you it was the weakest things she'd ever done,
that she was at the end of her rope and instead of struggling to get back up
she just let go.
You can't imagine what it takes,
have no idea what it's like!
...or maybe you do.
When you were six years old with pony-tails
and all the boys pulled them and called you names,
maybe you felt a fraction of it then.
Or when you couldn't do cartwheels or hand stands and they teased you...
What about being denied access because you're Latino or a job because you're black.
the laws constructed against your existence,
establishments erected for the very genocide of your culture and people,
maybe then you understood the ignorance of a society,
worse a government denying rights to it's own people.
Remember your history Nuba!!
[not finished]
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