Tonight, she whispers, will be my last
With each second that passes, she feels her body going past
Its expiration date. See how fast
Time travels, she hopes to hold onto whatever control she has left.
Tonight is not like any ordinary night
Anger bubbles through each of her crevices, fighting to see the light
The same anger she has bottled since she learned to write
Tonight will be the night where she is no longer polite.
For years, each week produced a new dead body
Started every Sunday with a cup of coffee and a new story
Cop gone free, black man became bloody
His life now a statistic, but nobody worries.
Government gone silent,
Society more worried about the Kardashian family,
Grown-ups preach about our entitlement,
Kids scream for help for our climate and the rise of violence,
But everyone has become compliant.
Tonight is her last.
Last day to be peaceful,
Last day of being too kind,
Last day of being silenced,
Because she has lost control.