Labor Day Sun

Labor Day Sun bathing 55 year old skin
Forbidden,
Of course....at your age
But oh so glorious so
WHO CARES!
That’s me, the strong, the courageous, the powerful one....this woman,
FORBIDDEN
TO BE
Yes, I am a Be...ing, not just a woman,
Who deserves everything you do.
You know who I’m talking about
You, those who cannot see
who cannot hear....cannot allow
Be-ing to be whatever form we take...
Ever hungry....each. step. Hunting for the kill,
the pleasure of it, never the death.
That’s where we are chasms different.
You want the triumph, the rush....the addiction
where you will remain, all your life....
which is death!
Can’t you see the carnage?
And who will stop you
In your tracks?
You give us no room at the table
When it comes to the language of death,
the language of life....the rule of law..
That’s two periods you just saw, in a poem.
Why? Because it’s that serious.
Why do we have to wait?
What do we have to do?
To be released to BE...
AOC willingly takes the risk
Tarana carries the cloak,
the cloak of hidden cries.
A cloak of glorious sight and righteousness
So must you ....so you must!

~ Catherine Duclos