Apologize?
By: Ezekiel Gonzales
If blood is thicker than water, then mine is that of clots
The bitterness that held me back from growing
Has questioned my thoughts—apologize?
When in the hell would I choose that path
Loving . . . . I left you behind
Spending a lifetime of regret
Plagues have cursed me
When should the time of living reach me?
When the hairs on my head have reduced to gray,
or when the next eight years have come and gone?
I have prided myself on being the me in the now
I gave my past no thoughts nor questions
Should I have to apologize when it has happened—over and done with
Following the road no longer taken
The voice I once had,
never to reach those that come to listen
Do I need to apologize for the things that have hurt me?
The things that tainted, mended and broke the lines—
the stars that glisten my skin
The person that reached for me, a hand of red
Racking it through my hair and soul
Breaking the pact of familiarity
Am I supposed to apologize to the one that broke,
stripped and torn my insides like glass?
Horns yet winged like an angel
A abomination sent from the depths of hell,
regarded as an angel of god
What did they expect of that one singular piece of human?
Criticizing my choices to stand, to speak my truth
Freeing myself from the human made of other godly words
Yet residing like that of a beast hidden among the crowds
Taking my words, I yelled from the stage,
“I no longer need!”
“I no longer feed from the winged-one!”
“I no longer bring that hate!”
“I am now the beast made of purity made from the things you hate!”
Apologize?
There will be not those words, they will not spill from my lips
Taking that of stones and pebbles
Throwing them at the stone carved mass
The Devil will learn what he has created, God will know about the sins he’s made
Humanity will bring light to what took place
and scream from the rooftops about their creation
How it broke the trust of laws, made from that of blood
