Poetry

Resurrected Slave
Kody Christian

Murdered the mask that kept me bound

Slave mentality that wore my weekly pay check
Grown men chasing down the man in me
Like a little girl in a men’s penitentiary
Pants hung low with a heater in the front
Refusing to end up on the table again
No longer a Turkey prepared for the slaughter
Trap music bumping in my soul
Like a boom box screaming out of my pores
Liquor stores providing my morning vitamins
In place of the vitamin D from the sun
Super hero juice to numb the spirits that molested my mold
Baby statue only leaking from below
Too traumatized to cry
Never eva, eva, eva, known laughter
Unless a whip of a loved one was beating me like a slave
Or until the judge tickled me with the sentence of life
Life?
How dare you take something I never kissed, loved, or known
Like taking a newborn’s first breath
Spank me but never protect me
Looked through the Dyke
That now wears the T for trans
Bars and chains delivered me
Like Christ who hung on the Cross
Who are you protecting God?
Me from them 
When men who take, take, take
Ate still sitting in positions to judge me
4 men and 1 woman did my parole hearing
One say’s, ” free the no name slave!”
While the rapist keeps raping me
Hands pent as They beat inside me
Like a hammer tenderizing meat
I stand no longer an Innate
No longer a victim no matter how long you keep me in this cage
Kidnap my body but you will not capture my mind
I look towards the hills and over the gates
Past the men and women you call my Warden
The sky is my limit
I fly with the birds who break in my dungeon
Dance on the clouds that I call my grass
Joy and laughter sings hymns through my trot
Like Paul in the New Testament
Not afraid to die matter – of – fact I pray for death
“Free at Last”
“Free at last, thank God Almighty. I am free at last!” (MLK)
No longer looking for love from the human race
I love myself
Therefore, no one can hurt me
Call me cold
I’m just a prodigal of what America made me