Righteous Indignation

 

A black butterfly flutters its wings

Against an indigo sky

Only to realize that it will die soon

Under the scarlet moon

Without being loved

Left to die in the woods

Still misunderstood

Standing alone in the forest of despair

Realizing that no one cares

As tears now fall gingerly

From weeping willow trees that

Now are feeling guilty

For the human pendulums

That swung back and forth

From its limbs

As they chose to grow under

Jim Crow

As

Righteous indignation

Has left indentations

In my soul

Imperfect I am

Because

My imperfections

You can’t readily see

Because my skin masks

My insecurities

As the possibility of being

Accepted by humanity

Dissipates as the weight of

Hate forces me

To isolate myself

As I migrate alone

Because the fact of the matter is this;

Humanity is not ready for me?

That’s why I,  

That’s why we

All die underneath an

Indigo sky

Why?

Because

Righteous Indignation

Has left indentations

In all of our souls

 

 

Author's Note

righteous indignation
noun
retribution, retributive justice; anger and contempt combined with a feeling that it is one's right to feel that way; anger without guilt