Wednesday’s Poetry Prompt: Libra
Wednesday’s Poetry Prompt: Write a balance poem. Libra America cross dresses as Libra but she is no innocent lady of justice. Born a Cancer, she is an aggressive malignant tumor to her own indigenous. Her deoxyribonucleic acid make-up 250 years plus of heavy weight melanoma. She is the notorious queen pin of oppression, known for tipping the scales of justice to outweigh the African chattel. She breaths a declaration of independence but the eye of her soul sketches the roots of her insecurities. With excessive blood on her hands, she’s no natural, true beauty. Her freedom rings a far-flung rhythm of blues. Her genes never inherited the alleles of equality and liberty. Her harmony, absent from the bodies of the children born to her... And We the People only identifies as plural to the singular, lighter version of herself. With her right hand over her heart, she lip-syncs the pledge of allegiance proudly in her Jesus' blood and ...