One First
by Sam M. Phillips

I resent
I need your consent
To say a word,
To be heard,
It’s absurd
The way you control
And extol
It as a virtue,
I want to hurt you,
Besmirch your name,
Tar you with same
Brush you mark me,
You never ask me
For my permission
For my submission,
It is my mission
To usurp you,
You don’t have a clue
That rebellion stirs in my soul,
To unseat you is my goal,
I compete from this deep hole.

Mole undermining,
I’m arriving
By a different route,
I will taste the fruit
Of the betrayal
That begun with your portrayal
Of me as second class,
All I ask
Is that you recognise
Me as the bringer of your demise,
I see the surprise
Jump into your eyes,
Lies you believed
Were well received,
You’ve been deceived
By the one you trusted,
Surely you must have
Realised
You idealised
The relationship of master to slave,
But your hubris cannot save
You from the reality
Of your calamity.

Any amity
I felt
Was dealt
A brutal blow
When you told me to know
My place,
The taste
Of one being first
Gave me the thirst
To rise above
The man that sought to shove
Me beneath him,
Asked me to complete him
And exercise my will
To augment his skill,
Still his heart,
We can start
All over again,
Make someone else
Feel the pain.

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