Devil's Advocate

You knew all the right words,

that's what made you so dangerous

A wolf in hipster’s clothes,

mascarading as informed while you kept your hand hidden under the table of white supremacy

Your position at the table always… safe,

as long as you consumed me to patch the holes selling your soul left in your ego

You knew not how to fight for my humanity,

only how to circumnavigate it

I was different from the rest, and so were you…

the first wasn't a compliment, the second was a lie

I walked into the room full of vultures to flip the table from which they dined,

I was too much for the devils

Too loud, too proud…

too poor, too free, too Black

The devils needed me broken,

you needed their approval

They granted your request,

A lifetime of fetishization and domination to quench your parched ego

All you had to do was break me into tasty bite-sized morsels,

so they too could feast and fill their empty souls too

But I don’t break easily,

jagged little edges, and gobs of flesh and grit that lodge in your throat

Determined to make you choke on my essence never to be consumed,

relishing at the sight of you gagging

You bit off more than you can chew,

so busy advocating for the devils you miscalculated the goddess standing right in front of you

I wonder,

as you gasp for air

Did it ever cross your mind sweetheart,

that the devils were making a fool out of you?

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