The Boss Man and His Madame

THE BOSS MAN AND HIS MADAME

I watched the Boss man and his Lady stare

at me. And the others, Board of Trustees

just as hateful they glared at my figure—

this Self made of love between geniuses

denied and deprived. In their solution,

I came forward—a Low Yellow, caramel,

Africanesque and Indian, White, what Else?

For, this is what I felt: The Gaze of males

repeating itself. Breasts a woman won’t make

when Brotherhood is their first loyalty.

Privileged, cruel, stepmother who desecrates

me ethnically, sexually, and ablely,

If we were match made in your Abuses,

aren’t we also conjoined in Verses?

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.