I’m holding back my tears again.
Not again though.
I see my sisters’ struggle everywhere I go.
I am their keeper as the eldest.
I am a young man with so many liberties.
I have freedom to come and go as I please.
I have the freedom to hunt down the things that harm me.
I have the freedom to seek revenge against my oppressors.
I have freedom and everything working against me may crumble at
I grow dark circles around my never blue eyes.
I see that my sisters do not have my freedoms.
They are hunted and have been stripped of any fist to fight back with.
They have been taught to endure.
They are not allowed to come and go as they please.
They have been taught to suffer their conditions with a practiced smile.
My eyes grow weary, I’m holding back the rain again.
I am a part of their oppressors.
It’s exactly how I’ve been taught. I am at fault.
I did not teach her to seek revenge against her oppressors.
I might have failed to fill the role a father should have.
I’m sorry my sisters.
This pale blade is not kind to either of us
but you seem to take the deeper cut.
It wasn’t a dream,
I was able to see my sisters holding their own positions of
But, yo, real talk. I’m starting to see that the lies commerce and
marshalls and empires are cutting into my sisters.
Yo, real talk.
Fuck you marshalls for selling these bodies against their will,
for cutting into my sisters.
Here, let me give you this weapon my sister.
I will try my best to show you how to pull these commerce triggers off
You are more than capable to choose what you do with this weapon.
Defend or strike back, do what you must.
I love you my sisters, my mother.
Your father might have been the one to leave you.
But you will be the one to heal from hate.
Empires try and im pale.
But you will be the one to love your shade.
But you will be the one to love you,
let no one take your place.
And, Yo, real talk, cut me down if I am the one that’s in your way.