Friday, November 7, 2014

Wendy O. Williams

Foot stomping

Chain sawing


Putting it in your face

Fist pumping

Sweat soaked leather clinging

Heels of steel

Head banging lady of fury

Oh, Wendy O, what a wonder you were

Yes, as you said, “I’ve got a reputation”

A nonstop machine, against the machine

Against the business of business

I’m sure

The ones

Making money off generic art feared your voice

Like a train rolling down the track

Like a bullet

Like a sledgehammer

Driven down on top of a television

Creating a short circuit of electrical explosions 

Wendy brought it all

All was what she brought

To every stage she rocked

Like a flower holding a shotgun

Her sweat covered

Muscled body of destruction

Took no prisoners

Took no shit

Wendy O. Williams

You’re truly missed

This poem is from my book : Petals Falling

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