By Rushelle Frazier
suppressing a scream
holding my breath
all the water in my body revolts against the sticky thin walls of my body
having swallowed too many words
overused the sugar coating
I feel like I have grown into the anger that I have always been accused of.
Blossoming wildly beyond the borders imaginable
Climbing through my veins, carrion sweet.
I finally inherited my cell memory
Confronted with the crime of thriving in the face of a fixed deck.
I am drowning drunk in the
volume of my rage
drowning drunk in the dark
parts of my ineffable heart
remembering my own choked-back fist
coiled, forced workweek inert
day after lunch break after micro aggression after injustice after shift start
averted eye, clutched purse
judged so hard my shoulders hurt from the brush off
this 21st century shrugstroke
my hands are achingly empty
this body just a nobody body
Is all this black skin only good for storing bullets?
Is all this flesh only good for burying hurt?