July 25, 2013
Everything is black.
I'm awake I think, but I can't see what surrounds me.
Was I wearing a tie?
I grab the knot around my neck and give it a tug.
I allow it to fall to the ground,
At least I think it's the ground.
My barefeet continue the sensual conversation
With this hidden, unmoving floor sending my body a shivering proclamation.
My back is shot full of searing pain.
I reach back to try and calm the raging
Storm of pain in my spine when my hands brush a beacon of torture.
With every touch and twist of my back
I can feel my flesh separate.
What is this?
A single light overhead springs to life blinding me
So that I may not see still what lies ahead of me.
Patiently I wait til I may see what lies in front.
I know this place, though even now the name of
Oval Office still seems strange.
What are these words?
They're written everywhere.
These rules we call laws are written all over these walls
Melded together indistinguishable from the next,
But only because of the color used.
If only it wasn't written in color maybe then these laws would make sense.
It should be as clear as black and white,
But even then the black isn't as clear as the white.
I've barely moved, yet I didn't notice this rope on the floor.
Where is my tie?
My body no longer responds to my will.
I walk over to the desk and leap to the top.
I secure the rope.
One last glance at the these unclear color written laws scrawled
All over these walls unrelatable to anyone.
I spot a mirror, in it I can see my back.
"S2S" has been carved in my flesh
As if I were a human text message.
I step forward off the desk and feel the rope tighten.
Right before I go it becomes clear what it means.
Slaves to society.

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SoImAWriterNow said...
Jul. 28, 2013 at 5:53 am
This poem had so much power to it it. I was immediately sucked in from the first line and was blown away by your choice of words. My particularly favorite part is from"My bare feet continue the sensual..." up until "... a beacon of torture". I've never seen some of those words used to describe the things you used them for, but I'm so glad you did! I'm sure I said "Wow." multiple times throughout this poem. This poem made me think, and I like that, and even made me reassess some if my own work. G... (more »)
JavonteWolfe replied...
Jul. 28, 2013 at 3:43 pm
The fact that this piece is so alluring to you makes me proud to have written it. I enjoy using words that wouldn't normally be used in a specific context, and in turn using them in that exact not normal context. Enjoy the rest of my work, and remember I love feedback.
chriskabz said...
Jul. 26, 2013 at 9:04 am
This reminds me of the book written by Uncle Tom in the 1850's; it made an impact on the society in a big way: It contributed to the end of slavery in the U.S.... I believe this is a continuation of the revolution that already was began by old man Uncle Tom!! Amazing words!!
JavonteWolfe replied...
Jul. 26, 2013 at 9:22 am
I dream of the day when society becomes equal for everyone under any and all circumstances. To be treated differently based on who you are is a terrible to thing to undergo and to witness. I am dedicated to making a change in this world even if its only a change in one person. Thank you for reading, and comparing my work to such an impactful literary piece.
MayaBlue said...
Jul. 26, 2013 at 6:13 am
A brilliant piece! It uses interesting language and the reader feels compelled to keep reading. The poem highlights past history and there is a lot of emotion. Amazing.
JavonteWolfe replied...
Jul. 26, 2013 at 8:44 am
As I was writing this I was overcome with so much emotion about this steadily decaying society of ours the piece took on a personality of its own. Thank you for reading. I appreciate the feedback.
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