Our Blood Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Nigger let's see how swift your feet are with our army of unified lynch mob.

Jig a boo your colored skin is a waste to humankind so we are going to exonerate you of it.

Nigger girl you are only good for our flesh of domestic pleasures that you warranted.

Coon you were consecrated for whips that terrorize your flesh for our games of thrones.

Your mind is that of a chimpanzee; you will clean houses and be an elevator operator throughout time.

Your black face is a masterpiece of tears for our monologue of entertainment.

Our dogs are too prestigious to bite your filthy flesh of dung.

Just because you can dribble a ball and score at will you are still our national landmarks of headstones.

You may think your suits of attire give you recognition but you are still a walking gorilla.

Affirmative Action bought you your job; no wooly hair can be CEO of anything but graveyards.

1600 Pennsylvania Ave once was your address but you are still a boy eating fried chicken.

Our blood is still crying out from continent to continent from sea to sea from land to land from street to street!

Written by Theodore Mosley

February 5,2019