I feel like the world has forgotten: Black magic can heal too. (And don't think for a second That I am not aware of the fact that the word "black" in that sentence Has come to mean far more than darkness in terms of a lack of light.) You see I have come to understand That most of what we fear Is rooted in fear just the same, That the devil themselves Only ever wanted to know why they weren't loved. And yes, I said "they" Because fuck the gender binary The same way it has allowed countless men over the course of history To do just the same to women who in no way Asked for or wanted it. So I'm sorry If the framework that was designed to give men power and reduce the status of women to that of subservient dolls Is falling apart in front of you… Is being… Dare I say it… "Perverted" Because I am not blind And I know where the majority of the perverted nature in this world comes from. I'm so very sorry If I offend the fragile masculinity Of the toxic bro culture. If you are unable to get it up later, Feel free to think back to me and this poem; I will consider it an honor. See, There are no monsters in this world Like those we create in our heads, And no heroes Just the same. So shit, Toss the bones to the floor And shake that wooden instrument that your father left you, Praising God And Allah And seeking countenance with all the Loa In the same breath. Close your eyes And let go, Grasping tightly at the same time To the intangible, That it might lead us through this dim, dilapidated place, Into a light that shines Not to eliminate or replace the darkness But to give contrast That we might come to love and cherish both.