His Mistress

They say you’re a monster

The devil’s spawn

...and that might be true

You paint a fearsome picture of yourself

Born with only a single color on your pallet

...Red

You guard yourself in deception

To survive in this unsympathetic world

I’ve watched you surround yourself in bittersweet lies

You believe them, don’t you?

And, so does everyone else

You love the fear you created

Even in the bravest of souls

You expect me to tremble in your sight

I know I should be frightened

But. fear won’t stop me

From seeing through your beast-like mask

My dear cold-hearted lover

I shall refuse

...to be chosen as second

To be rejected because of my skin-color

“A white woman can never be the wife of the Yakuza’s boss.”

I shall change that

I will not allow my son to be belittle

Not here

Not there

Not anywhere

So, watch me

My heartless lover

As I climb

And force you to take me as...

Your wife

I shall not stand in silence, in obedience, as they call me:

“His Mistress.”