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saul...i hope...i did...you proud...

2003-11-23
4 11:49 p.m.

i hear the voice
of a motherland wailing

in the name of the father
Sun & the Holy Ghost
men have murdered
our mothers & cleaved
maternity from the sacred trinity
they called it blasphemy
when we spoke against it

& so
instead of change
the wheels they keep turning
with splintered spokes, rubbed
rough, rugged & raw
from religious right

all (wo)men are created equal, right?
with certain inherent rights, yet
in their alchemy, our founding fathers
founded the constitutional chemistry that
sodomized mother Earth
ingested her essence
& in essence, exorcized
her livid spirit
from the soul
of social conscience

is this the heritage we have inherited?

mourning my mammy, & her nature divine
i found myself taking
a trip or two through my mind &
somewhere, sometime
i think i saw Jefferson

he smiled a crooked smile
tipped his hat & called me "boy"

i would've responded had i not
spotted the branded epithets
littering his scrawny chest:

harlots & heathens
beggars & bastards
witches & welfare moms
niggas & necrophiliacs
the undead, the unfed
& all those in-between
all those that pock-mark our
body politic with pestilence
all those that pepper
the patriarchal hot sauce
with the pungent funk of
diversity
let each one of you be damned

& i shook my head
turned heel & ran
after all
i was only a boy

childish fantasy imagined
by nature's pathetic fallacy
way before Columbus & those after him
swam the spanish (clear)channel
& arrived to prepare a sanctified place
for generations to be later enslaved
divided up by gender, creed
colour & race

beloved pupil
seated serene in a
chemistry class of carcasses -
see what you are supposed to see
hear what you are supposed to hear
learn whatever the (fore)father
Sun & the Holy Ghost
will teach you

but don't ever
dare
speak
against it, boy.

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