Just Funning
You keep colorfully saying those hateful things to me,
repeatedly all the time
Then you say that you didn’t mean it
You was just funning
Pulling my leg with your teeth
That sabertooth edge
do love biting into my funny bone
Why say those awful racial
things to me, if you didn’t really mean it?
Are you serious,
now you want me to believe ...
You was just funning?!!!
Having some rich, cruel amusement
at my poor feelings’ expense
Inflicting tongue pain with a flick,
that sly salt lick
But, I hear the real tick, ticking
of your heart
Dropping word bombs
meant to hurt more than skin deep
Hoping the lightness of tone
would fool me
But, the funhouse mirror in your heart
showed the truth
of your subtle bigotry —
That you wasn’t just funning,
you was lung gunning
Hate fired by poisonous syllable
pellet arrows
You love to shoot away,
until you see the surrendering white
in the grave, damp eyes
Spittle slow death by verbal disguise
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2019
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