In The Eyes Of Many

Let’s talk about the subliminally suppressed race,
That group that is loved but loved way down there.
Where shadows abound and the night is nigh.
And their feet and hands are tied by invisible lies.
Lies to deceive them;
Lies to enslave them;
Lies to corrupt them
And in the end break them.

Lies of what has been
wrapped up in what is
And projected into what will be.
Lies of their place in the other…
Barely seen; hardly heard;
Rarely consulted;
A man’s plaything.

Kitchen, the prison for the beguiled slave.
Meal prepping the duty, the story and the will.
Satisfaction the end game not for her…for him.
His pleasure, her sole purpose and commanding will.

Let’s emerge with a eulogy to unravel their grace.
Theirs is a boldness like the lioness.
Theirs are bones, carved from steel.
‘Adamantium’ and ‘vibranium’ mingled flow through their veins.
Yet like the elephant tethered to the sapling.
They stay at their posts ’cause so they’ve been taught to do.
Believing the lie that they are weak
They exude weakness in voice and deed.
Hiding behind threadbare lies that render no refuge.

When the magnificent mantle of leadership falls on them.
They pace and then point the other way
Because of the dull thoughts drummed into their heads.
Or they swing to the prison of proof
Paying bail to prove their worth.

The rightful role of this tribe is an underrated robe.
Where are the zip zippers that placed them under lock?
The goof that goes with and without them screams treason by me.

‘Silent tribe’ a phrase with a price paid in the wordless wordings and workings of ghosts.
Silent secret stories told on nights of broken censure;
Faithful fates falling, unfolding from their shackled lips;
Rants about riots that wrought at salvation;
Of deadly decisions that hurt real deep but will never kill us.
Taught to bend upon the knee by men upon two feet.
Bearing burdens with backs so low they cannot help but sink
As the greater matters upon their heads hunch them.
They bend over and still get told to bow a little lower.

Her hands handle sheets they never see with
Contents made to further diminish them.
Unwitting culprits in a conspiracy to keep them ever begging;
Ever on the wrong food;
Ever in silence and ever abused.

Vera

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