Contemplation on the Odu Ogunda Oworin

I am angry

I am incredibly angry

I am unclear why

I am unclear at whom

Yet still

I am angry

This anger lives with me

Like dog shit under my shoe

I stepped in it

Probably more than once

Though I’m unclear when it happened

No matter how I try

I can’t seem to scrape it off

So I keep walking

The smell following me

Reminding me how angry I’ve become

Maybe it was the hundredth time I was told

No

Perhaps it coincided with that loss of whatever

Semblance of control I had over my

Destiny

I understand you

I know why you

Opened the door to that

Monster

Filled with anger

Blinded by rage

Seething with hatred

You wanted to let it loose

You wanted to make them feel

Like you feel

Maybe that would give you back

Some of your power

Problem is

When you light a fire

You have no idea where the

Wind will blow tomorrow

Wildfires

Like monsters

Are pretty unpredictable

More likely than not you’ll end up

Engulfed in flames

Or eaten by the monster you

Let in

Before you decide to

Unleash the beast

Sit in silence

Channel your rage

Focus yourself before the fires

Consume you

Side note

To you other folks who claim the

Moral high road

Stop

You too are

Feeding the beast

Instead of freezing up or

Building an impenetrable wall

When faced with the fury

Try listening

Try asking questions

Try understanding

You might find that

If you can dilute the poison

Sufficiently

It can no longer kill the 

Spirit it targets