Dear Poet.

Dear poet,
If I could speak my truth
Then I would testify about three things
That aren't trending,
I am well versed,
Yet here I stand like a prosecutor
Presenting evidence incrementally for a plaintiff postulating that people
Are complicit in a conspiracy
Where human rights no longer exist,

Scenario 1:
From the first date of man
There was never a mandate stating that our bodies weren't ours,
Now they want to force us,
If I cite St. Vincent as a reference
Then tell me why they want to
Impede the development of young minds by threatening the jobs of teachers,
Subjugated to PCR tests
Where your reluctance to comply can affect your livelihood,
Trypanophobia aside,
Psychogenic vasovagal syncope,
Febrile feelings and swelling of the deltoid region can occur,
Yet, still they want to force us,
Yet abortion is a choice,
Approximately 125 000 of these procedures are done daily on a global scale,
Yet this pales in comparison to the scope of the underlying problem
Women are subjected to misogyny
Virtually and physically harassed,
Yet there is no vaccine that can be
Injected into the deltoid muscle to reduce the risk of unwanted and
Unsolicited sexual approaches,
Even though the risk perception is high,
There is no vaccine to eliminate the risks that are concomitant
With predatorial attitudes that manifests into stalking and other forms of domestic abuse,
Still abortion is a choice,
So tell me,
If women have a choice to do what they want with their own bodies,
Why can't we?

I am poet that can be pretty provocative,
Yet every time that this poet has spoken
I ensure that you understand that
These lyrics come from a place of deep thoughts,
Internally, I am rich with no limits,
Deliberately giving insight into mosaics,
So instead of being a bright spark,
I am a light beacon standing beside a blue lotus illuminating a prosperous future where we could
Delve deeper into mental health issues so that we could prevent events that constitute scenario 2,

Scenario 2:
Strained from stressors until he can't see a way out,
He places the cylinder of propane in the corner,
Determined that if this noose around his neck doesn't do the deed that he requires,
Then it would be his due diligence to make sure that his secondary attempt is successful,
So he stands in the chair,
Pulls the knot of the noose tighter,
Kicks the chair away so that he could be hanging,
His life essence disappears,
From April to early August 2021,
There was a steady increase in male suicide,
Which is indicative in the deterioration of male mental health
Yet where are the outreach programs where we can reach out?
Castigated for our bad behavior
That sometimes they don't see the good,
Often perceived as emotionally unavailable
That they don't hear when we speak up or speak out,
So before the descriptive statistics escalate and you make more inferences,
I ask,
Can you help us?

Scenario 3:
I made mention of this earlier,
But allow my pen to make the connections like lines formed as you go from dot to dot,
She has been financially dependent,
Her options are scarce since
The resources have depleted with the surge of these Covid cases,
In a mood, he lashes out,
Now blood spouts from her head,
Yet he claims that he loves her,
Possessed by the mentality where he believes that he owns her,
He repeats this vicious cycle of break up, then make up, sexual abuse and manipulation
While he thinks that she isn't strong or determined enough to leave him,
Taking the vagina away because
You know,
'It belongs to him!'
Yet when she hesitates, his first question is
'Who else have you been having sex with?'
So when she finally has the courage to leave, he can't take it,
Using their children as props so that he could have an advantage,
Where did the time go?
Now he is the one crying,
Now he is the one hurting,
How can you act as if you are victimized
When you are the one who created the victim?