Casual Racists

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  • Spookytim0

    Sarah Jones...

    Blood

    it is the thickest blood on this planet
    the feet that slip
    that slide in spilled lakes of black blood
    on back roads marked with rusted dead-end signs
    they don't fit into any shoes
    not Nikes
    not Reeboks
    they make them in sweat shops across the sea
    turn around and sell them right back to you
    and you
    and me
    for fifty times their value
    but none of them can hold the blood
    that coagulated not-so-long ago
    in the lower extremities
    of brown-skinned corpses strung up from trees
    like drying figs
    or hanging potpourri
    to sweeten scenes of Southern gallantry

    before cushioned insoles and arch supports
    there were feet that sank in rusted chains
    backs that cracked beneath the weight of slave names
    like Jones, Smith, Johnson, Williams, or even
    Hilfiger
    black butts that bore marks forever
    from irons that preceded those for
    pressing and curling naps yanked straight
    before relaxers, weaves, pink lotion
    talkin' 'bout branding irons, son
    now that you’ve crossed the ocean, right
    step up here, little nigger, on the auction block
    open up that mouth--yes, nice strong teeth
    nice muscle tone, a fine specimen
    you must be worth at least ten dollars, maybe more
    see here, ladies and gentlemen, how much can I get for
    this here barely used, top of the line
    fast forward that shit to Calvin Klein
    and modern ownership tags for black behinds
    courtesy of Ralph Lauren
    a.k.a
    'Lo
    'Lo
    well how low can ya go
    call on black consumers if you want the cash flow
    'cause they quick to flip and spend up all they dough
    don't front money, act like you know
    we give it up to the Brooklyn malls
    we give it up to the Uptown malls
    'cause the white folks figure
    ain't no questions for a nigger
    that material possessions can't answer
    we'll stay preoccupied with what we wear and what we drive
    while our mothers are dying of cancer
    we'll tuck our low self-esteem into some Eurotrash jeans
    some overpriced shit from Donna Karan
    then we'll toast with Hennessy
    to covert white supremecy
    hiding the thickest blood on this planet
    we wearin' it
    under our clothes
    the way God dressed our souls
    it is the thickest blood on this planet
    the blood that sprays and spills in buckets
    soaks and stains the nightly news
    but fuck it, a colored life still ain't worth but a few ducats
    that blood can't be contained by any mind that cannot see
    a great black forest for all these cracker trees
    afroMadonna and child
    and child
    and child
    and (woops) there goes another one
    'cause nowadays mamas don’t know the answers
    so babies gots ta'
    Guess
    say youngblood, you wanna tell me what Georges Marciano
    ever did for a black man, boricua, chicano
    brothers and sisters
    their pockets like blood blisters
    ready to pop, ooze and drop cash
    so hot and so fast it makes a spark
    and our children say,
    yeah, Mami, now I got my upside down triangle
    my designer question mark

    why ask why it doesn't make you complete
    it's vanilla concealer for your chocolate heartbeat
    pumping the thickest blood on this planet
    while we all take it for granted that
    more Selma churches won't be bombed
    more bullet riddled bodies won’t be embalmed
    another cop won't commit murder, turn around and get a raise
    while we're picking over the racks
    from white-owned Dr. Jays to Modell's/Barney's/Macy's/Saks
    they just think we ain't never gonnna change our ways
    'cause then we might finally taste the blood of rage
    at the back of our throats
    and answer Massa back
    Nawsuh, I'se don't want to wear yo' britches
    Nawsuh, I'se don't want to grant yo' wishes
    that all us negroes should continue to hide
    in your shoes and your clothes as if we should take pride
    in your savage traditions
    mass genocide
    all the spirits you extinguished
    never batted one blue eye
    yet you're vultures on our culture like white on brown rice
    leech our blood, then sell it back
    brown, yellow, black
    special price

    it is the blood that races through the African veins of the child
    on his way to the mall in White Plains
    to catch a confused-lost-land-stealing Columbus-
    day sale
    on a Fila jogging suit for his brother in jail
    that blood is my blood
    your blood
    our blood
    the thickest blood on this planet

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