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Please Tell Massuh, poem by Douglas A Holiday
about Jayne, Glynis and Louise
He had just sat down
To have his breakfast
For the morning and
Was interrupted by
Louise, his supervisor,
Requesting him to come
With her into a vacant
Office and before he
Knew it she was letting
Into him about what had
Happened back on Friday
And here it was five days
Later and it was Wednesday
And she had been off on
Friday and Monday and
When she returned on Tuesday
Nothing had been said all day
And something had been said
On Friday by that other bitch,
The head bitch, Jayne, and he had
Thought that the whole matter
Had been dropped, but no,
Now here was this other silly
Bitch getting in his face about
Shit that had happened on Friday,
Shit that wasn’t even his fault,
But the fault of yet another bitch
Who chose not to follow directions
Because she was so damn fat and
Ugly that obviously the fatness had
Affected her fat ears and here was
This silly bitch flapping her fucking gums
About old shit, old silly shit, about wanting
Him to kill more trees and he did not do
That, again because that other Glynis bitch
Had not followed directions, but blamed him
And now days later this silly bitch was
Flapping her gums about how he had been
Perceived on Friday…, what, perceived,
And he having to tell her that he could
Care less how people perceived him,
For all he cared, people could be telling
Him that he was perceived
As a rapist, or a pedophile,
Or a drug addict, or a drug dealer
Or a communist, or a thief,
Or a murderer, on any given
Day of the week for any month
Of a full year, he could care less
But she just went on flapping
Those gums and telling him
To lower his voice and to stop
Raising his voice (which of course
Was not really raised at all, she
Just didn’t want him to defend himself)
And wait a minute, did he hear her
Correctly, did she just say that the
Whole copying thing only took
Twenty minutes…, twenty fucking
Minutes…???, that’s bullshit,
No fucking way, so why was he
Even called to come up two flights
When the fat assed secretary could
Have done it in ‘twenty minutes.’
He was called because he is black
And it is February, Black History
Month and he is being reminded
By this silly bitch
That he is a slave and supposed to be
A good black slave, a good grinning,
Jiggabooing slave, a step and fetch it
Brand of nigger and not suppose tuh
Sass back but do whut he is tole tuh do
And now he just wants to yell into her
Silly face, Enough! Stop it!
Please go back upstairs, two flights up,
And tell massuh dat I ‘se is so sorree
For not being a good nigger slave, dat
I will work harder at grinning mo’
And steppin’ faster, evendo’ I comes
In here every day of duh week for
Every munt of duh year for nearly six
Years now, please go an’ tell massuh,
Tell all duh massuhs up in here dat
I’se am so sorree for what I done did
And dat I wonts do it no mo’.
Go!
Tell dem.
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