Angry Like A Child

It comes on warm and strong.

Rising up from the toes
it boils in the belly
blooming
into a firmament of fierceness.

It's a punch-a-hole-in-the-sky 

                                                        feeling.

It's a throw-the-coffee-cup-against-the-wall 

                                                                      feeling.

It's a everything-is-wrong-and-I-have-been-cheated
                                                                                     feeling.

It's a scream-in-the-middle-of-the-woods-so-nobody-can-hear
                                                                                                 feeling.

And it's a scream-in-the-middle-of-the-subway-car-so-everyone-can-hear
                                                                                                                feeling.

Its the feeling that I should have been loved better.

That my child should have been born.

Its a feeling that my hands should have been held

and not clenched into fists.

It's a feeling of having crossed
too many streets
alone.