Black Single Parent.
Black lips. Black words.
Black skin. Black verse.
White Culture America.
All too familiar,
The symbols, they thirst.
Black Monster Godzilla.
But These Hidden Pleasures,
Off the Beaten Path, Treasures.
Such Novelties and curious, Curiosities,
Spotlighting the Differences.
And reprogrammed senses.
Celebrate, Denigrate, Elevate, and Isolate…
All, do Separate, Amplify, and Accentuate.
Breathing life into the canvas and it’s mythologies,
Sparking grotesque interest in perceived subhuman curiosities.
Gimme some. Gimme some. Gimme some Gotcha! Who dat?
Who dem? Observe and go tell ’em.
The only way out is for us all to get freedom.
Give in, yield to, dissolve the Black threads,
Tighten up, lock in, and let hang the Black dreads.
Gimme some. Gimme some. Gimme some Gotcha! Drop da sign…
It’s the time to drop out of line, explode the mind,
Unravel the noodle, oodles and oodles of food’ll be nutrients for the soul,
But if I told you so, there is no such thing as a Black people and thus White,
It’s just so, All just concepts to divide and dehumanize a life,
Made up, harmful things that steal, shoot, stab, and deride.
The reality rides low, but the aspirations ride high.
Would you think it to be so, or believe it to be a lie?
Growth or static,
Red pill, Black Magic!
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