from a touchstone to Predator

To be a touchstone (whisper to a predator on full-blue moon Samhain 2020)

So much I have learned about myself

about people and patience

about self-esteem and courage

about human weakness
(what is a touchstone?)

and empathy for the wounded

I stand on my principles

regardless of the consequences

presented to me because

that is the woman

my mother and my father raised

My seizures are God’s reminder to

make my voice heard and

be the person I am who I NAME

You just happened to meet me

as I was emerging from a long journey

through anxiety while claiming

full humanity and watching you watch me

You, being free of

subservience and self-demeaning

came partially to you but

you don’t understand it from a

Black woman’s perspective.

You see it but you are not

empathetic to it

Do you remember how

You were talking about how

your father

neglected you emotionally,

made you feel inadequate

how much of that you inherited

how you carried something in you

escaping release and expression

life is not a singularity of edge

you asked for this

so be a grownup and

respond like a grownup

you are not a fucking robot and

social justice work is hard on my brain

especially when some folk

sometimes including you

mansplain or red-bone-splain

themselves while using their/your privileges to

complete agendas at the expense of

the routinely ignored and oppressed

though you don’t see it that way or

you may not intend it that way as

you fulfill your own needs and as

you avoid conflict because

you are wounded and

you are feeding on others to heal

me most of all, the one who still loves you

the one telling you need help and prayer.