Heart of Fury
A poem surrounding my emotions during the George Floyd Protests
Don’t mistake my anger for shame
This coily curl crown shines with pride
in my hips, lips, and drip
brainwash me to believe I am less than...
it’s you who's sick...not me
How does it feel?
To know that your self worth comes from my degradation
To know that when I straighten the spine you tried to bend it curves yours.
What happens to your identity when the foundation of indignity crumbles?
Do you become small?
Are you now the thing you hate?
The thing you think I am.
Now you see.
I am not.
The whiteness of your skin only serves to blacken your heart
The blackness of mine shines like the brightest star in the sky
Full of beautiful fiery fury
Ready to burn down a house built on a graveyard
Welcome to our new world
Born from the ashes of your pyre
Like a phoenix rising out of the abyss
Your silence is deafening
And my anger is strength