HALF WHORE *language warning*

((I would like to thank Nafeesa Monroe and her work Half Devil. I have been trying to get something off my chest… and her work helped get this started. So a HUGE thank you to her))

Someone called me a whore today

well, half whore anyway

and I held back my instinctual response

that would go something like

F.u.c.k. U. A.s.s.H.o.l.e

But I stopped and asked myself

How far we had come as a race

The human race

And how far could we go

If I let loose

on the unadulterated lie meant to ignite

hatred and fire

because

had we really gotten to a point where

forgotten were the struggles

of our histories?

Had we

Slipped so far backwards

In our forward momentum

That we have become blinded

from the realization

We are all One nation

And each born a divine inspiration?

That we all are allowed to air our frustrations

With freedom and not fear?

Because someone called me a whore today

Well, half whore anyway

And I have had to ask myself

Is this the contribution to life

I wanted to save-or

Did it matter that in the words held

The lashing of pain

the whip of confusion and

The sentiment of lost pride

So much so that

In calling my mother a whore

And my father a broken piece of S.H.I.T.

They called God himself a mistake?

Was that what I wanted to perpetuate?

This anger just crying out for love

In its absence?

So what did it matter to me

What one man thought the past he could see?

And I realized he was just a refection of all

Of you – me – and humanity

Struggling to find place

And meaning in a world so filled with gray

The lines of unique were becoming the enemy.

And you see someone called me

A whore today

Well half whore anyway

And I had to make a choice

To give anger or redemption a voice

Because at one time

My own mother felt the same way

She could have chosen the knife

But instead gave me away

And for that Divine act I am forever changed

Instead of anguish

I was

Given breath

The arms that gave me life

Gave me life again

And my father who would never know I exist

Was the other half of divinity

So graciously given

To a new family.

So when someone called me a Whore today

Lashed out with every flavor of anger

In an effort to control my reaction

I found strange fruit my addiction

And made the decision

I would be grateful

Because God

Made this mistake

Out of a mistake

To be the cure

For those who could not create

And in that

I may be half whore to some

But to me

And the mother who raised me

I am a reflection of Divinity

and

Exactly who

I should be.

::leaves it on the stage::