They

(A Spoken Word Piece)

In honor of hope, leadership from within post the fall of abusers of power

and the protection of Women's Rights: Human Rights.

They say you live on Delusional Lane,

In truth, They know of what comes next,

that what They reap won’t ease their pain-

They say that you’re a fool to dream ,

And that you cannot do this thing -

But They don’t know how wrong They are.


They don’t know,

How many times you’ve taken blows,

How you were had, and fought the wrath

of familiar sociopaths, while hell bent on courage

Never standing down,

Or how you Own commands of peace among

Generations of wreckage,

That when They laugh, selfish and idle,

All fakin’ till They make it

and boasting a victory,

you don’t hear all the hype or fear your emotion,

You bend to feel the Love of the Lord, and

Her silken analog rhythms wrapping;

His larks singing in avatar harmony

sharing all the secrets you been missing;

They don’t know what they say

falls on deaf ears strictly tuned

To a frequency

Busy orchestrating summers in June

and painting all the blooms in spring;

They just don’t know

How callous, hypocritical states

fail and underestimate the power of Love,

They simply don’t believe

You are more than what They see;

Your prayer has reached, extended to snow peaks

Beyond the blow of low minds

sizing you up by the size of your breasts

Ha! Fools trip up and poorly guess

They can not see beyond the hot

that you are real and richly blessed,

and how advantage is divine!

They cannot see

The coming stealth,

the redefinition of wealth,

or that a fool after 40 is a fool indeed!

So gather your senses.

For how they suck

doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme

Of things absolved of all who would block your blessings

Just clean your space of clutter and rage

Create, and be who you’ve been called, believing that

Every step you take

is another leap toward something great,

The Way into a deeper you,

and how you really want to feel in this,

experience of elegance,

this thriving, lively mental state that you've attained called life

bursting of memories in diaries collecting the

blessings in the lessons from

mistakes you’ve made,

Damned right, They’re afraid.

And They should be for the games they play,

But with that comes the use of fear:

Where all is fair in the ignorance and din of cowards

Called They,

having authored an era of war waged with oppression

Abject poverty, loss and division,

But no matter how things seem to change

Always remember who you are-

Choose whose will has the power,

for you better know - a bully true to evil

will do anything you allow them to,

straddling all that you treasure

And suffering who you love

To emerge from secrets as ‘fearless conquerors’

Holding resources hostage; stinking

And blaming it on the different one,

leaking it in yellow streaks,

they think you weak, so never forget that this is war.

That they keep score, ready to live and let die,

all the more

Know who you are.

Stand Your ground in the will of the God

so Good to You,

And Fight for Yours

*****

By © Arkay Evans 2012

www.arkayevans.com