Yesterday, Anger was Here. . .

It poured its venom 

over me

dripping on my skin

like hot tar

.

Swarmed around me

like an 

angry colony of bees 

leaving welts that burned

longer than the sting

 

Yesterday, Anger was Here

All up in my face –

Hot breath

Spewing out toxic words,

Asphyxiating my right

To dignity

 

It came after me

like a coward, when I was

the most defenseless,

enveloped my vulnerability,

and used it to create a semblance

of power

 

 

Yesterday, Anger was Here

Tried to convince me

It was part of me

The way thorns are part of a rose,

But I told it that my thorns

Were made of

Self-preserving love,

Self-determined love,

Self-nurturing love,

And for the first time I realized,

There was no room for anger in my love