Abigail – “My Co-Worker” @WANPOETRY (SLAM MANIA 2019)On September 5, 2019 by Raul Dinwiddie
My think she woke because she took an
African-American studies course white co-worker says she’s been experimenting
lately with black dudes says, “I mean I think it’s a bit overrated. I expected I
don’t know more you know what I mean?” So you expected some type of long arm
length deep and wide type dick? Wanted that Chris Brown snapchat fuck-up type dick? Wanted that mandingo from Congo and Django type dick? That my anaconda don’t type dick, huh? You expected a ride in that saddle like you did back in the farmland,
extensions blowing in the wind imagine the moment taking over, riding into you
into the sunset. I bet you wanted to take control, huh? You wanted to be on top
like you be on top of the food chain, ready to devour the prey below you.
Brown meat sound nutritious, huh? Sound like it be a balanced breakfast? No no no. I know
what you expected. You expected to lasso him up. Show him you could tame the beast, let the rope kiss his neck like a sexbot choke him. You know how you like to
resurrect the sound of the dead, love to hear him gargle on his own breath, and I
bet you wanted to treat him like you did back in the good old days, huh? Treat
him good like Papa did? Whip him good like Papa did. Ooo, make him call you Papa or master or God. Either way it goes it gets the point across, nigga boy be
fetishized and presented as baby, fetishized then subject to break, be
fetishized now the subject be your rape, and I bet that gives you some type of
satisfaction, huh? Got jungle fever and you hungry for the king ready to place
his head on the mantle craving to feed on his bones what you expect more
horsepower, more muscle like he be picked from the auction block, going once, twice…sold to the highest bidder! Mold this negro beggar to fold cotton bare hand blister.
He try, try not to emit too much light try not to Emmett Till he lost in sight,
cos once he caught a starin, they preparin and swearin to bring a
scarin. Ain’t that something…to be hungered by the field? To be craved by the
satisfied. Ain’t it interesting…that his dick is valued more than his death, girl?