I will not be your puppet in a minstrel show
Because I guarantee no Mammy, Jezebel, or Sambo lives here
You may try to control my thoughts and dreams
But I will not be your Venus Hottentot
As you stare in awe of my beauty through a glass cage
I will not be your freak show
or your gateway to a cultural experience
So please find your own
I will not be your token prize that you flaunt for credibility
Referencing my existence ever-so-often to quench your thirsty guilt
I will not allow you to parade my black skin as a badge of honor
I will not let you touch my kinky locs
I will not let you use my tears to wash away your sins
I will not ‘dance monkey dance’
I will not sing or perform for you
My body is not a vessel for your insecurities
Do not twist and turn my limbs into a web of amusement
I will not plaster a smile on my face while you poke and prod my soul
Because I do not belong to you
Categories:
hottentot, black african american, humanity,
Form: Free verse
COPLA 74 INVOCATION: This Bad Guy World
Is the quark a zero sum dot
Likewise the table to the mountain:
Try dot the spot
So is the gogga to Hottentot
And your toddler to the dragon:
Earth mere sun spot
Solar system lost in galaxy
Universe in Multiverses:
All gone to pot
Whose is the sum of this jelly
All strung up in stringy ellipses:
Might turn(ed) to rot
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
hottentot, conflict, creation, universe,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Indigo's heat...
hotten not for the hottentot,
way down there in sweet Victoria,
wears cool pants n bra, cooly-cold yah,
from the freezer is my story-are ....
Don Johnson
Categories:
hottentot, adventure,
Form: Ballad