TO A SLUT

that racist shit
you threw into my meal
your alcohol drenched mind
that lump in my throat
you, opening the healing wound
those centuries of oppression
that was not kindergarten material
not one could restrain your foul mouth
the stench pervaded the bar
sucking all into the vortex of violence
you sang the wrong and discordant tune
making the blood of my ancestors boil
civility got the better of me
could have pounded you to pulp
you took advantage of the achilles heal
that makes the victim apologise
that makes me extend the hand
extending the hand of reconciliation
for me to be smote again and again
that pool of patience is drying up