You think all you’ve got
inside you is a dainty little yell
all prettied up, a composed
Careful not to offend
agitate disrupt cause a scene
lest people think you uncouth
hysterical, crazy even.
All these years patient and
dispassionate as the mighty oak
always there for everyone, every cause
working smiling comforting reassuring
until you were about to break
a veritable giving tree in a growing storm
No one saw not even you
the tempest brewing
inside your being.
No, not a dainty yell all prettied up
Scream rises from your tailbone
hot fierce deep
in the recesses of all things primal
Your groin pulses, aches
your ovaries spin, spinning
so rapidly they want to launch
down your vagina and
take out the world
like a rock hurled from a slingshot
toward the Goliath.
This is Scream
For too many years
you prayed to God to take it (fill in the blank) away.
It (fill in the blank) is still here.
Convinced that God was not listening you shouted,
“Why aren’t You answering my prayers?”
Then, as you sat among the rocks
on the shore of a great ocean
the only voice, the waves, answered.
“I cannot do this for you for I did not create it, you did”, God said.
“Only your kind can change it.”
We are all accountable for things made by humankind
Now is the time.
Let loose the bondage’s that confine
Breathe in pain bigotry abuse greed
Let them sink deep into your bowels
Inhale your discontent with convention
smell the ripeness of frustration with injustice
Inhale the smoldering rage of
that last verbal jab you just received
Feel it in your marrow