Machete

People do not think
I am pissed
when I am pissed
they laugh like it is a joke
and not serious...
my dimples deceive you
my slow cadence of tone causes
you to relax just a bit
a hint of force intrigues you
I am that force
to be reckoned with
just the same
the one your momma told you
to stay a way from
just learning
how to mask my blood
this is all.
Air tribe, blood bender
daughter of a king
I am learning
how to smile in
your face
remove your signature
from my spiritual chiper
roll you up and
and killing you
in my mind
not a timely death
but a slow and steady one
I will feed you the same stew you
slow cooked for me
neatly wrapped in a piece of cloth
I am learning
how to manipulate
your egun, you not
listening anyway
chaos where you
step
I am danger
I UNDERSTAND why
I am told not
to hit a man for
I can kill him
in one blow