Storm Within
Upon seeing you, there is a storm.
The thunderstorm has always brewed strong,
especially at the injustice around me.
Shielded behind societal norms,
veiled behind the professionalism,
the storm is raging within.
All the oaths I swore come together,
reminding me,
burning on the walls,
the things you’ve done.
I would love to scream
“This ends now!”
and deliver the justice you deserve.
But instead, all I can do, tied down,
is smile, and choke out
“Hello, how can I help you?”
as if I have forgotten
all of your sins.
As if
all your wrongdoing is
negated
by your attempts to
apologize, and your hug
burns even more,
knowing, internally screaming,
you’ve destroyed their lives, my life,
and now I’m supposed to forgive,
because it’s “the right thing”.
The storm is raging higher still.
I’m shaking this out,
overthinking,
overeating,
overly sugar seeking,
anything to quell the demand,
the demand for justice.
Masked up behind demeanor
decorum,
and pretending
that I REALLY feel nothing,
the Valley girl dormant within,
the ratchet and the bitchy,
subsides,
and I tell you
‘hello.”
Deafened by the thunder within,
dampened by the soaking
wet, icky sweat,
of the South Texas heat,
and of the anger that want to come out.
And again
I say “Hello.”
Author: Jeannette Zallar
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