Outcasted Poem by Bree Z Love

Outcasted by your society, claimed and protested like my body is stained.
Red lipped, Geisha just seeking ways to do as she was intended; with assurance.
Opinionated and you're double minded; heresies wants to foot bind my independence.
My refusal to follow all your conformities; you say, "I am possessed.
So, with your hands behind your backs; after you scarred my beautiful face by acid throwing and obedience.
Your religion; I'd rather be stoned and die in my own honor and be liberated.
Long years of permitted dominance, angered my sister, Nyabingi; which healed my wounds and gave strength to non-compliance.
Secret societies of us band together to stop your proclaimed religion, twisted.
Out of Eden. Belittled, Dona Marina, disrespected her intelligence.
Used her wits for your war; loyal camarada soldado but you hated.
Her wisdom, superior over all you inferior army men that shoot off; injustice.
Fired but missed; so you resorted to carving out my prized;
fabric of true defense and unknowing of the internal spiritual guidance.
Oh how, her soul is filled with confidence;
in Mother "Congolese, " prided.
In body integrity; I roam.
As a outcast but nevertheless; in my freedom.
Unstoppable movement; place to place.
Laughing and mocking your so called; "Land of the Free! "
I created my own society and land of the Free!