My Ellis Island ego
is good enough to remember
the sad Scottish mother that gave birth to me,
My glorified German grandparents
took me places
my morals never could,
I came home to Latin Lucifer
and didn’t like the way he told me
to stop spitting on the Statue of Liberty,
I am all the TRUMP teeth
of my alien amendment mouth,
I don’t know how to say 14
without long lynchings
hanging from my bitter back,
My mother named me Donald,
hoping I’d be a great chief
but I lack the melanin masculinity
of a real man;
I told her I’d live,
she told me she knew,
my skin was safe;
I told her they wouldn’t,
she smiled,
she knew, 11 million shades of brown weren’t.
I told her
I’m sorry
for swimming too fast
she shoulda swallowed me
cause I obviously inherited her weak
throat
skills.
I got my long neck from
eating
with my missing teeth,
guess I’m still
barking,
for the dogs
that raised me.
Guess I’m a bitch boy
for asking my mother
to love me
I don’t know how to confess my sins
since
I worship myself
Mommy,
I’m slave sorry
for lynching limbs
that never belonged
to me
and
you.
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