Queen of Heaven
Black women in America,
let the sterile tabulating machine
tally your vociferous views
Loud women pridefully possessing
the highest voting demographics in the amber land
Have your passions changed America’s
cruel grain racial oppression ...
Are your males still getting brutally beaten and killed?
Did your strong vocal pleas
get heard by your Egyptian queen of heaven?
Such burning Pharaohic desires
you have for your flesh-and-bone idols
Will your queen of heaven
make the earth shake up the superior attitude
the pyramid clouds have towards you and your children?
Can your queen of heaven
bosom vibrate a gushing Milky Way,
which will break the levee of hate that’s dam drowning
you and your weak, cuckold men and chalk-face erased children?
Guess your queen of heaven
is waiting on her four-year period again
To cast another bloody ballot
for your next new favorite lying politician
Black women in America,
which serpent did your queen of heaven send
to do the lip-service saving?
Whose bifurcated tongue
does she demands your freewill to knee bend
Dark spirit women,
you and your beggarly men,
go kiss the queen of heaven’s colored cloth
freshly wiped on her celestial rear end
Let your doting, voting lips reek of rejection —
demo-crapped on once more again
As your faith in man be smeared like dung
over your sun-darkened slave skin
Keep on Baal worshiping the queen of heaven,
until holy brimstone rain
melt your idol iron chain souls from existence
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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