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GOD NEEDS A GREEN CARD

God had a green card
But cannot get back in the gate.
The Bricks are thick
But not so tall, I think
God may need to scale the wall.

Are we safe in gated structures?
Must we stay in this prison
Where women are hated. We
In tunnels where our bones are hidden.

Where has, my mother gone
My sisters have disappeared, been
Abducted into a cult; Suspicious
Disinterest displays their guilt.

There has been nothing to report.
Maybe she has run away
To find a new God, someone has
Touched her, she was not safe there
In her own bed, in her own home.

Some Black man-- Chanted hate lyrics
At her; Encouraged by their overseers.
Asian cultist cursed her in the womb.
In India, they ostracized and brutalized
Her melanin, Queen of England, a
Voyeur watches through syphilitic
Eyes without concern.

Beautiful cocoa, vanilla, and mustard
Babies sold or married off to smelly
suitors for sex, before puberty; mere
Children march, and are displayed
For the wicked pleasures of men.
But should I call them men?

Remember, we once ruled this planet
Remember, once we bore your beloved sons,
Now we work and twerk our bodies
As we answer to your perversions;
We no longer dance to bring rain.
We slide down poles reluctantly
Displaying our pain.

My mother is crying for me
My sisters are crying for me.
God will ignite the lamp of justice
God now has her green card and shall
Return us "Back to our Spiritual selves.

We dared not become too ripe, though
We must still be agile or we are thrown away
Like rotten fruit, never to be seen again

God now has her green card and
Will return us back to our Spiritual State.
Once again - You shall call us "Heaven".

A woman, who created man in her womb.
Became the enemy of man, and has been cast off.
We cannot testify with ovaries or inverted testicles.

Soon there was no natural preference
No perspective of gender has man!
Procreation ceased, the uterus forever
Banned to bear ovarian fruit.
We who be still alive wait.

Awaiting a Foreign God who's eager to
Receive her green card, and save us from our fate.
From the hands of a wicked system
We are doused in the agony of acid
Women perish, For the mercy of death we pray.

My mother is crying for me
My sisters are crying for me.
God will again ignite the lamp of justice
God now has her green card;
And shall return us to our spiritual state.

Remember we once ruled this planet,
We bore your unloved seeds, who
You've turned against us; We shall
Return them unto our bosoms.... And
Once again, you shall call us " Heaven”!

© Vicki Acquah

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2015
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