once the aLIENS arrive,
and find that dark meat:
is cheaper than whitemeat
and very spicy;
across the Mexican border,
i know they'll be coming for the blackman:
with the promising bait,
of housing,
jobs & pig feet,
or a caucasian woman or two,
after they've devoured 3 billion Chinese;
in aLIEN Vietnamese rice.
hopefully, they'll clearly understand
niggas, didn't get to the NBA over-night:
without fighting for their civil-right,
to avoid “penalties” on the court,
which has nothing to do
with non-payments, of child support
some of us,
were seasoned with pork
& cornbread over centuries;
stewin' in a pot of angry salt
& red clay of Georgia black eyed-peas,
for quite some time,
now ain't that hard to DUNK? ? ?
if the aLIENS knew better:
they would avoid
huntin' “illegal-aliens, ” as food
north of the Mexican border,
because they tend to be fast runners...
walkin' pass American immigration,
which may hopefully,
lead the aLIENS to understand,
that a blackman is “tougher” than chitlins:
from takin' & given azz-whuppins,
but i know,
once they try to eat;
a blackwoman:
as fast-food,
they'll discover,
a slow runnin' whitewoman
“an easy catch, ”
'cause a blackwoman is tough too:
from raising kids,
and throwin' shoes,
at more than just the mice,
to catch their attention
she would probably tell them:
if they plan on eating her...
on a bed of aLIEN lettuce,
that they'll need a whole aLIEN night,
and an army of child-care workers helpin';
to catch her children,
if... her azz & thighs is on the menu.
now tell me:
if you not aLIENATED,
is this poem food for thought
or just too poetically… OUTERSPACE? ? ?
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