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Injene Viltz Lemonade Stand
Lemonade Stand
Injene Viltz
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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,
Who if they can’t play basketball or football minis well skip school and jump in the prison line Because they aint the chosen ones to get out of the dysfunction of living on the white man’s money line.
They in the year 2019 are still slaves. Emancipated by Abe They still dying To the shackles of they own mind, Lying About the potential of black men breaking free of these concrete prisons Set up to destroy the vision Of living, outside of a Ward.
I am commanded to drink and die, Up under his feet. A great curse founded by Noah’s hands, Us being the descendants of ancient Ham I am issued a glass that stinks! And am Commanded to drink!
But I say, no not me. As I pour out the cup of misters pee pee. I buckle down into the only thing that will free me.
A book…
