Friday, September 23, 2011

The Coldest Spring

I once was the target of a bully.
But this bully was no school yard rival after homework and lunch money,
It was a man after my heart.

It began as warm and delicate as spring.
A blossoming love affair complete with smooth kisses and serenades.
He embraced me so warmly
I removed all the layers I had built.

I was in love.

My love was met wish his lust
Hard, long, powerful thrusts.
I found his passion to be as scorching
As July's sun.
First stealing my heart
Now capturing my trust.
I was mesmerized by such esteem
That I fooled myself into believing he was the man of my dreams.

I ignored the subtle changes
Which accompanied his demeanor
Busy hoping things would get better.
I laughed when he called me a punk,
Jeans too tight to be worn in his family's sight was the first glimpse of my beautiful golden world changing
To dimmer, darker phases.
I cried when he called me a faggot!
The harsh sting of a brittle wind of change destorting my world.
A catalyst of colder events.

A push here, a fist there
Love never felt so cold.
Just be a man! Stop those tears!
Words so harsh they left bruises no hand could ever make.

How did it get so far?

These blossomed lips no longer dripped
Sweet honey kisses but gushed hot blood.
Eyes that once embraced bright sunny skies only sought overcast, dim lit worlds.

Pulling off these clothes and looking at this bruised and bleeding image I wonder, when did this become me?
Taunted by the reflection of a slumbering body peacefully smiling.
How could someone I love make a heaven of my Hell?
Bags packed but nowhere to go I weep
At the realization of my resolve.
I've found my spring
It's just a little cold.

American Injustice

The American justice system seems to be having a slew of bad unorthodox rulings lately. Once is accident but twice is a pattern and with the aftermath of the Troy Davis execution an even dimmer light has been cast on the continual injustice that occurs in America. In my mind, and a lot of others, the Troy Davis trail and execution boils down to race. Especially when compared to the trail of someone like Casey Anthony.
Troy Davis, a Black man, was convicted of murder though there was truly no substantial evidence against him and furthermore seven out of the nine witnesses recanted. It is not my position to decide whether Davis was guilty or innocent but in America our judicial system goes by the phrase "Innocent until proven guilty" and though Davis was found guilty I believe that there was not enough evidence to have found him guilty.
In contrast Casey Anthony, a White woman, was acquitted for the murder of her 2 year old daughter even though there was a great amount of evidence against her. Though she was found not guilty of murder she was found guilty of lying to the police which can be seen as just a slap on the wrist. Once again it is not my position to decide whether Anthony was guilty or innocent but I believe that there was enough evidence that she should have been convicted.
Comparing Davis and Anthony it's hard not to feel that race strongly influenced both cases as both were charged with murder but the white woman was freed and the black man was executed. How does this make America look in the eyes of other countries who view us as a leader and fair country? What does this say about our legal system that wrongfully convicts? And most importantly what does this say about race relations among Americans?