Spittin Nails

Poet: Rus Funk

I'm so angry

I could just spit nails

 

That's what momma used to say

I never quite understood what she meant til today

And now I realize there really is no other way

for me to say

To say how angry I am

 

I'm so angry

I could just spit nails

 

I want to see him hurt

I want to hurt him

to hear him cry out in pain

to see the fear and pain in his eyes

to see...and feel his blood on my hands

I want him to pay

I WANT HIM TO PAY!

 

I'm so angry

I could just spit nails

But I'm here with you right now

here with you my sister, wife, girlfriend, boyfriend, daughter, mother, son, friend, aunt, roommate, study pal, neighbor, my child's baby sitter...

how is my being angry at him

support you?

how is focusing on him

helping you out?

 

I'm so sorry and sad and scared and frustrated and disappointed and ashamed and confused and...

 

I'm so angry

I could just spit nails

I'm mad at you for not telling me what happened

I'm mad at me for now being the kind of man who you thought you could tell when it happened

 

Folk say "man is supposed to protect 'his woman'"

did I fail you?

am I failing you now?

 

I want to hold you

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