Lemonade Stand
Injene Viltz
He want me to drank that lemonade on ma fawhead. Just cuz my skin be black beaten by the sun. He say ma color come from being charred by the fahyres of hell, and his glory is in the whiteness of is shell and his pink lips ahr reminiscant of the love of God and his blue eyes, represant the deepness of joy God felt when he made him in the pure color of his glory. That he be the bright light of this world, and I be the dumb brown skin gurl, Struck low “N his glory. Seeing how he is god before men And he commands me again To drink that lemonade on ma fawhead, Like I be blessed by it. Poured straight from the loins of white men. That old one eyed faucet Pouring out the foulness of his being. An ancient brew of hatred Given to ma great Grammies and pappies As they plucked away their sanity Breached by the inhumane treatment of humanity. Yet, he be the glory of a God who created all things and all men. When I know God can’t help but delight himself in the blackness of my skin. Just ask old King Solomon. Yet I am commanded to drink, that lemonade on ma fawhead. That that foul stench of oppression Filling the gutters of our ghetto’s Filled by people under subjection, Who drink that cup filled with the idea that they can’t be better than That bitter taste of welfare checks “N”, Food stamp lines And they be dumb black minds, 18 Images 2020
