A form of Skin Cancer
I thought is was from shaving, that's not so.
It could have been the air but that's not true;
I doubt it's caused by scratching to and fro.
You weren't punched, for you're not black and blue.
Below your ears exists a reddish tone -
a shade I've seen a million times before -
a mouth or razorblades, a heart of stone -
a crudeness which is so hard to ignore.
You say things which so many souls despise.
The secret lies beneath your untaught pout.
It helps bring out the blackness of your eyes.
It's clear just what the tarnish is about.
You made a shot that all Blacks should be dead -
your ignorance is what makes your neck red.
Two Sets of White Teeth
on a Darkened Porch
"So many of us git so angry still,
we cry about da past but dis is now.
I think of history and it’s a thrill!
Life works out its own way, it did somehow.
When one daw shut, dem odders open wide,
one thang led to anodder - me and you.
for us to be here now, yes, many died.
I’m grateful for dis world and what it do.
I’m glad we all was slaves, look at us now.
Of course are peoples stand up for da cause.
Boy, I think it all worked out some way -
da beatings and da killings, all dear was!
If not for all dem days of slavery -
He might not got da chance - send you to me.
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