Love in the Time of Katrina II
The air was stagnate
with humidity,
the pines and oaks
stood stoically
in the stillness
and Medea fell hard for Jason.
Betrayal
like the eye of Katrina,
was first calm
until the wind changed,
spread, increased,
intensified.
Medea gave everything,
including her brothers,
so Jason could flee
with his golden fleece.
But Medea was left
with the thunderous downpour
of a hollow heart.
Betrayal
Jason’s betrayal was
social,
complete,
destructive;
Katrina’s betrayal
natural,
unrelenting,
catastrophic.
Betrayal though
is the sticky humidity
and category 5 force
of a society
deep in the storms
of social inequalities
and patriarchal traditions.
Betrayal
even fourteen years later
continues
as black folks remain
driven from New Orleans
in category 5 oppression.
There is no love in betrayal,
whether in the destruction
of a natural disaster,
or in the ugly social relations
of men over women.
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