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© May 8, 2021, the Griot Poet
You can’t expect,
The people who can’t get [over],
Their orange orangutan losing,
To accommodate reality
And accept facts:
Their grandparents,
[Haven’t] gotten over,
Robert E. Lee’s surrendered,
To Ulysses S. Grant
At Appomattox,
“The Lost Cause” narrative,
Post Civil War gaslighting,
Kept a twisted “hope” alive,
For nativists,
Racists,
Proto fascists,
Salve for savages,
History revisionists,
Railing against critical race theory frameworks,
That wouldn’t exist, except for
Middle fingers for
Middle passages,
Castrations,
Trails of tears,
Master-to-servant rapists,
Siring mulatto servants,
Insurrectionists from
April 12, 1861, to January 6, 2021,
Pious hypocrites,
Projection specialists,
Cloaked in “respectability” politics,
They couldn’t even convince themselves of their [own]
bullshit,
Defined yourself “superior,”
To everyone’s “inferior,”
Gaslighting history,
Creating the pseudoscientific,
White supremacy,
Biologically imbecilic,
Homo sapiens are ONE species,
Separation by pigmentation
Is ridiculous,
And for shared survival, counterproductive,
Because specifics,
Confound magical thinking,
And Flying Spaghetti Monster worship,
They had to hide the stench,
Under religious symbolism,
Eventually masked with hoods, red hats, burning crosses, and
tiki torches,
Castrations,
Trails of tears,
Master-to-servant rapists,
Siring mulatto servants,
Pious hypocrites,
Projection specialists,
Cloaked in “respectability” politics,
“Legal” domestic terrorism,
Jim Crow, and voter suppression,
Draconian legislation,
Taking the country backward seventy years from the present,
Because the future is so frightening,
When you have no control over it,
Traveling backward violates the Second Law of Thermodynamics,
The problem with your simple illogic:
Is that you never had control in the first place,
Do you want a better tomorrow?
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