i need a vagina to destroy
~Friend and fellow poet, trying to convey his level of frustration at organizing a poetry slam
even the sweetest among us
can dr.jekyl into cyanide
a slip of tongue like razor gash
across a boy’s intention
i believed
you were a poet
but it seems
you are a man
and as such
i guess will do
what men are apt to do
which is to say
will do what any one of us can do
which is to say
i did not know the mr. hyde
you kept shackled in the closet
whipped into submission with your well placed words
how fitting
that your unveiling was a word misspoken
between friends
so frustrated
the only thing you could say
was that on the wrong day
you could be a rapist
i wonder
if hyde justified his behavior
with all the good he knew jekyll would do
the karmic scale set even enough
to nullify any remorse
a priest
who also molests little boys
a wife beater
who serves as a deacon at church
a poet
who needs a vagina to destroy
as soon as the poetry slam is over
i wonder
do we performers take pseudonyms
to be the namesake of our righteousness
the dr.jekylls to the hydes who appear
whenever we put away our pens
the poetic persona a meager mask
for the monsters that we are
sometimes horrific
even in the eyes of those
who we know love us most
i wonder
when jekyll finally broke beneath the weight of being hyde
when did he decide to explain it all away
did he believe that the lack of evil intent
would somehow hold him blameless
do we believe
that we are only responsible for
the words we say on stage
even the sweetest among us
is a coin flip away
from exposing the bitter of real in our bellies
a bad day spark igniting the flame
we hide away at night
dr. jekyll
a brilliant beast of a man
above a quiet torture
i do not expect of you perfection
we are all at some points profane
but mr.hyde
you are a poet
please careful
of what you say
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