I ROSE

I ROSE

As she opened her mouth, 
her tongue cocked back like the hammer
on Darren Wilson’s 4-5, releasing hollow tips into my soul 
and into my mind, impairing my spine. 

Rupturing the vertebral column she once supported. 

So Then I Rose…

I rose to my feet wondering, 
how could the one I gave my all to, 
turn her back on me and attack me so viciously?

She once stood behind me to catch my fall, 
right beside me to conquer it all.
She was the one I held closely in bed, who kept me ahead.

Her once rich spirit, has been consumed by Beyonce’s “Sorry”. 
911, what’s your emergency? Yes he hit me. 
I lied, Nigga you gotta go, I ain’t sorry. 

She called the ones who lynch black men, 
for being black men, to lynch an innocent black man. 

All over a late night text from a friend, and 
a pair of Red Bottoms I couldn’t afford for her birthday.

Stripped of my freedom and of all my possessions, I still dreamed of a rightful Queen as my blessing. 

3 months later, released from the county jail,
Not a letter sent through the county mail, 
she awaits at the door. “Baby I’m sorry”, I’ve missed you, 
I’m never gonna let this happen to you again. I promise. 

So Then I Rose…

I rose wondering, who was this
mysterious woman apologizing and making promises to 
never harm me again?

Who are you? I said. 
She responds, I’m your Queen. 
My Queen? Yes, your Queen. 
I’ve heard your dreams.

What she has done to you was wrong,
I’m here to serve on your throne. 
My King.  

JAMEEL DAVIS

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