Go where you’re loved

It’s hard to describe it, this knot
This feeling, this stripping, this lynching
Hanging from the tree of knowledge
Knowing nothing
Worth nothing
Being one and a half sugars in a rivulet of black tea
Or sour as a lemon sucked in a lavatory
Where is the love?
There is none
Only hoops, hurdles and judgement
Bargain basements
Flayed flesh, broken spirits, sullied souls
And a light that shines in darkness
A light that whiteness cannot comprehend