Excerpt from “Writer’s Block” | An original poem by Briana Augustus
Writer’s block is blocking me
like stockings suffocating my mind cause they’re two sizes too small
there are always at least two prizes that follow the finish line call
but second place trophies are only to silence the moanings of the first ones to lose
that’s all post-first place awards really do
but why is it that we go along with the fools that have us doggie-trained not to bark or drool, not to pull or tug–just abide by the rules
but we’re not scottie poodle pugs or show-winning shitzus
let’s go against the grain, growl loud, let loose the beast inside
we have more than pride to gain, though that in itself is worth the strain
let’s come out of this fenced in yard we pretend to guard but leave it to them
let’s take what’s inherently ours for now is the hour in which you choose to cower or take power
but power in itself is no dusty book in the back end of the bookshelf
for its capabilities are well known to the affluent and those with wealth
though it may creep in increments, it moves with little stealth
a little here, a little there; any minute increase can begin the tear
for it captures moral men, turning them to mortal sin
the temptation thereof is even enough to cause a scare
for once you bite the line, you are hook, line, and sinker, caught in power’s snare…
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