Feeling

Being more than civil makes me unhappy

Under your gaze, a glare burned a soul,I counted one, two, three; I ran away,Wearing torn satins and silks facade.Tongue sliced layer by layer,Words skewered like  the sword Excalibur;Sheathed in the heart, bleeding me dry.And now, a collar wrapped my neck-Dragging me back to you, honoring debts.Unfortunate: I was sold, I was bought.I wasn’t black,… Continue reading Being more than civil makes me unhappy