Cream of the Cunt (an essay)

Dizzy, awkward lady clown (Macy Gray)
Bursts through and stumbles her silly musk
Into an Aryan bar, peddling some drunk love song she
Wrote in her Afro like a vodka
Blossom breaking their far
Hearts. Luck, be with her that their blue eyes don't
Lynch her on stage. Give her this
Chance to be heard:
        Then, she opens wide her nappy mouth....
Yeah, I'm that bitch that lives to tell the alleged
Fairytale of pretty black Barbie vaginas sold
On crystal shelves. They are still a secret fetish for
The Corporate balls, but whoa, how we have fallen!
Like you and me, the shattered dream of Rosa Parks
Has evolved into Destiny's Child, then Beyonce;
Harriet Tubman would NOT be proud. She would
Say, "Don't you see They are trying to erase history?"
But we don't care as we spawn mutants like Precious
Jones, the epitomized final insult.
But I can show you the fire of Grace Jones,
A bad mothafucka; the Oprah show used to make
Us shudder, how she got all that money and power
To a sell a star into t.v. staticdom; Lisa Bonet
Still remains a mystery to this day; and Kanye, Madea, Lil' Wayne
And all of Rocafella will never ever spew
An erection quite as big as
Whoopi Goldberg. My MeeMaw done taught us
Girls there are seven deadly sins we always fall for:
Back then tears groping for pity,
I don't care 'bout shit but the 1st mentality,
Barbie-doll-wannabe-self-hate complex,
The Lexus Harvard Paris attitude,
Joining Baptist church voodoo hateocracies,
Gangsta butch lesbian mugshots,
And, let's praise BET and save R. Kelly opinions.
Do your kids a favor! Have mercy, Santa de la Muerte,
For Aaliyah was a supernova that took our
Breath away. We are in the midst of bootylicious
Teen hoes whose sole purpose in life is to get posted on
Facebook, and the Welfare Cinderellas in the hopeless
Mess of 22 with 4 screamin, hollerin bastards.
America, quit playing, and give these girls a job
For Death Row's new baby mama! You know the
Whole set is hard on to run a train,
Make them hurt, bleeding,
Confused how they wound up behind bars;
Enough to self destruct and make a living as
A crackhead.
Bitter Sisters of the Sorority, arise then
From these ashes of minimum wage, 'cause you
Are priceless. Why do you think They groom
Yours sons as human engines? O.K.,you got raped,
We hear ya'! Sleep with his friend in spite and write
An empowering bestseller. Marilyn Monroe
Was the one to show us how it's done. What's wrong
With being immortal?