Black Panther in a cage
Made for animals
Half his size
Angry
He tries
To bury it
There are no longer
Any tears in his eyes
Can’t remember the last time
He sent a prayer to the skies
So on this particular day
He was surprised
To feel a calm
Come over his mind
Be easy my son
It’s not your time
There was still frustration
Watching
The injustice
Outside of his domain
Watching
The weak hearted lay claim
Treat life
Like it was
And the people in it
Like
A game
If he had known the rules
When he was a cub
He would have played
Left them all maimed
They had found out early
He could never be tamed
Locked him up
Laughed
Because at first
They thought he lost his mind
Leaving him incapable
Of using a limb
Make him lame
But for his sake
It was a stroke of luck
And he’ll never be the same
Because he knows
There is no justice
For those who blame
There was a girl
Who didn’t get it
So he repeated it again
As questions
How do you
End up in a dark alley
In a city filled with lights
Why do you feel hate
In a social gathering
Filled with likes
How do you not
Have an opinion
In an open forum
Filled with ‘mics’
And how can you claim
You don’t like women
Sitting in a room
Filled with…
Right
So he lies down in the cage
Closes his eyes
Waiting for the key to turn
So he can finally attempt
What some call futile
Because
They don’t know
The meaning of life
It’s the way to the sun
By way of seeing
The true meaning of night