Who Said It Was Simple

There are so many roots to the tree of anger   

that sometimes the branches shatter   

before they bear.

Sitting in Nedicks

the women rally before they march   

discussing the problematic girls   

they hire to make them free.

An almost white counterman passes   

a waiting brother to serve them first   

and the ladies neither notice nor reject   

the slighter pleasures of their slavery.   

But I who am bound by my mirror   

as well as my bed

see causes in colour

as well as sex

and sit here wondering   

which me will survive   

all these liberations.

Reviews

[Chris]

Societal mores and past perceived courtesies... do work both ways and and while "rooted" in seldom now valid imaginings, the changes come with a very real price and "bent" noses.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I was quite surprised by this piece of poetry. It really drew me in with its narrative and contemplative truth. I feel some of the most incredible writing comes from those who suffer for their art. Who bleed for the words from their heart. I wish you continued success on your writing journey, River.

[River Cole]

I just wanted you to know how much this means to me