Mr. Big White Man

1.

You thought I was afraid of

Your privilege,

Forgetting that I had my own

Carved out just for Blackies like me.

When you speak {to me} your jargon is transparent

Reflecting your ownership of thoughts and bodies.

My consternation is something you cannot have

Nor can you step down on my thoughts that run like Rogues.

Mr. Big White Man, my plans are my own now.

I will not plow for you

I will not cower for you

So

Do not tower over me

Or shower me with contempt

2.

I remember his approach.

It was sly, fox-like

Reminding me of a forest

Although we stood in a classroom with off-white walls.

“What the fuck?” Mr. Big White Man said with urgency.

I smiled because I knew his anger was a response

To my audacity of self.

My smile made his rage that much more relevant.

I retorted:

“Mr. Big White Man, the word fuck offends me.”

He repeated the word, hoping to induce my discomfort.

But he failed to do so

Since many were fucked before me.

So I was prepared for the pending rape.

However, this rape was different

Because before he could penetrate,

My Power ejaculated onto his

Ego.

© Crystal Belle