house negro..

 

the brown bag prophet
had
just been watching
kanye
praise
and
give
a big
cotton picker’s hug
to
the pretend president
the prophet
said
did you ever read
in
a history book
about
a newspaper ad
taken out
in
the 17 hundreds
i believe
advertising
a young
house-negro wench
of
19
for
sale
the ad
noted
she spoke
english
i suspect
the prophet
said
better
than
kanye
and
no doubt
she was
brighter
one thing’s
for
sure
malcolm
would
have called
him
the same thing
maher
had
to apologize for

 

 

resurgence by executive order…

 

you’re
overqualified
for
the position
you’re
too emotional
so
you must be
confused
try
calming down
a bit
about
that rape
and
by the way
what
were you wearing
that
would
engender
such a response
from
a man
have you
considered
staying home
and
just
having babies
all women
all mexicans
all blacks
all asian
are
known
for
something
that makes
a white male
always
right
requiring robes
of course
of
various
colors
hoods
optional

 

graffiti throw up…

 

i have grown
tired
of your promises
justice
someday
freedom
someday
heaven
someday
someday
seems
to be
the second tuesday
of
next week
meanwhile
i sit
in the back
of
america’s bus
out of view
of
the whites only
section
only free
to
wait
on you
but
i’m
tired
of your
promises
guess
it’s time
for
some of that
david
vs
goliath
magic

 

evolution of race relations…

 

on the way to school
used to be called racist names
but i survived that
and when i was much older
at work i was just ignored

 

when the wheels come off…

 

i cannot sleep
i hear
the night drums
pounding
within
my head
waking me
a
cold sweat
envelopes my body
in a shroud
of
fear
a civil war
is
coming
history
is about
to
be
repeated
once again
brother
against
brother
blood soaked
passions
will fill the gutters
of
hate and intolerance
a nation
poised
to
self-destruct
fulfilling
ancient prophecies
but
the dead
will not rise
nor
will the meek
inherit
the ravaged earth
they shall be
as
all shall be
the roadkill
of
man’s accelerated
greed