Bugatti Pigeons

ANGRY BLACK WOMAN WALKING IN ROOM

DIRTY UNCLE

i watched you as you were growing up

looking at you now with tits and ass blowing up

remember when your mom caught my glance but she never knew enough?

how i would play with you differently, always tender, never rough

seeing you now and the woman you became

wish i could sit you on my lap again and play our little games

can recall the moment i knew our bond wouldn’t be the same

and how you can’t maintain a relationship and say i’m the one to blame

never said those things when i kept you with new gifts

maybe it’s not me but the men you’re with

ANGRY BLACK WOMAN*

no

stop telling lies

it’s my turn to tell the truth now

it is you who are the root; the branch; the leaves: the fruit

it is you who are the germs; the rain; the thunder and the clouds of all of my sins

no

stop telling lies

don’t think because you were not born with a uterus that you cannot conceive

for you see each pain that you’ve caused

and each wrong you’ve ever did

you shall surely bear then reap

so now

i curse your forehead your belly your life

i curse your eyes i pray that you become blind

let your blindness be darker than black

let your blindness seek the fires of hell for light

i curse your tears i hope that your pitiful sobs suffocate you

I hope you drop dead

but until then

i curse your mouth i hope it turns around and bite you

i curse your nails i hope they claw, dig and scratch you

i curse the streets your steps plod through

i curse your mother your wife your son

i curse your brother your sister your pastor your gun

i curse everything your hands pick up

i curse everything you try to lay down

i curse the inside of your dreams

i curse the air that you breathe

i hope it all poisons you

i am rowing against you

i row

i row

i row

i row against your life

i row against your days

i split into ten-thousand

and split again into ten million more

so that i could have more power to row more strongly against you

i am rowing

i am rowing

i am rowing yet still

i split three billion times yet again

so that you are forced to enter the house of eternal suffering

i am rowing

i row

i row

you are nothing

you have no power

these bloody bayous you command have been transformed by Jesus into red wine

you lose

you wicked bastard

get behind me

you are an animal

not a man

 ANGRY BLACK WOMAN STANDING WITH BOTH HANDS ON HIP
 FIRST MALE GROUPIE

i was enraptured the first time i saw you

it was like you were my inspiration

and on my body’s canvas i wanted to draw you

your eyes are dark portals pulling my spirit within

your body is so beautiful

where do i begin

ANGRY BLACK WOMAN LAUGHING
SECOND MALE GROUPIE

a beautiful car with a corrupted engine

never flying high like a cowardly pigeon

bitter–sour as a grapefruit

the kind of bad attitude that has to extend through her roots

in most aspects she’s the truth

great job, her own money, top of the line education

yet before i can extend my hand there’s always hesitation

could i love someone who questions rather they love themselves

is she empty inside but wrapped in a wholesome shell

am i willing to take the time to explore her afflictions

will her hurts from the past continue to shape her decisions

i hope she knows some of us recognize the essence of a Queen

and that many look deeper than what’s superficially seen

know that you are just as good as anyone

and from your destiny you should never run

ANGRY BLACK WOMAN LAUGHING AS SHE WALKS OUT OF ROOM

Written by MAN (Byron Simmons) & WOMAN (Yanique Norman) 

“Basic Recital: Act II” performed by Rita-Ashley Cunningham

*Sampled poem by Henri Michaux

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