Knowing Magic

It’s always the motherfuckas
With no magic
Trying to tell you what to do
With yours

I am thunder
I ask no one’s permission
To flash
Or founder

You cower
At the slightest
Squeak
Of spirit

My jagged
Edges
Like lightning
Streak the sky

Unapologetic
In their boldness

The angles of
Your soul
Have long since been
Dulled
Giving and giving
Itself away

You beg
For your chains
And disdain
Those unfettered

I am the moon
Waxing
Full
Waning
Again and again
Pulling the tide
To my liking

Drowning anything
Everything
That fails
Serve
Me

I will forever
Remain
Unconquered