Blood Privilege

Madness grips
    your blacked heart,
    consumed with desperation.
Your only outlet
  is your body
     upon which you shred
         every time the day grows heavy.
Turn your confusion
    into anger and force.
Take it out on yourself.
Your body is your own,
                right?
You weak helpless fool,
   a knife slices
      into your persistent pain.
Failure sinks deep
    into every bleeding crevice.
I know your thirst for power.
Control comes through a fist
    in a wall.
I see it in your eyes.
How can the world lie?
It screams your story
      of frustration.
How simply they can walk blindfolded
   but I see
       and I fear
           that untamed monster
                hiding behind your defiant eyes.
Your mind worked
    like a  racehorse.
Your thoughts dove so deep,
    you are drowning.
And you ask no one
   to clench your broken hands
   and pull you to shore.
Every drop of blood
    that drips from your skin
  is your pain
        your hate
           your anger
              your confusion
  and your sober choice.
Your body is your own
    God given right.
Right?
 
6-20-1992