Caramel Toned Woman In America
By John Kaniecki
Tar baby?
Maybe, but if I slit your throat
That ain’t what Jesus wrote
Except that brown brother (you know our Savior)
Hip!?! WE Love one another!
But sweet Lord, a blessed reward
Would be an ounce of brains
Hey who complains?
Except the babies starving in anguished cries
And so America dies
I’m a caramel toned woman in Amerikkka
Is that coming in loud?
Is this a little 2 proud?
Come on sistah join the crowd
I kicked back with Susan B Anthony
She got a coin
And if I find a righteous revolution I’ll join
In fact, if it’s true
God bless the IWW
Sweet Jesus, molasses and honey
Church of Christ
And preachers charging a premium price
Hey, may I say, this poem is for free
Unlike me
CARAMEL TONED WOMEN IN the good old US of A
I pray
Sweet Lord Jesus on my knees
Crawling with the cockroaches in sadistic slimy disease
Please
Oh please, please, please
I ain’t joking in my pleas
Etc. etc. etc.
Turn the other cheek
Blessed are the meek
Think before you speak
Don’t take me as weak
I’ll humble myself to die for the cause
And as Paul, I recall, used all the laws
A Roman Citizen and pharisee of pharisees
Strategies
Like playing checkers with chess pieces
Munkeishia Jackson
She got the righteous action
Caramel toned woman in America
A black Israelite ain’t my delight
I see the light
I am the light
I will not fight
With fists and knives
Faith survives
Tested and tried
My Lord, My Lord!
Crucified!
No matter the color of your skin
You are guilty of sin
Understand every losing hand is a loss
Victory
Only in the cross
I walked on the edge of a Mountain
Baptized in the seas of agony
I saw the stars of glory shining pure
Crushed by the iron crucifix
I could take no more
No more
What’s the cents?
Billions for defense
And then, at the final amen
I was born again
And again, and again, again
The Lord provided the Lamb
The great I Am
Carmel toned woman in America
Just who you are?
A shooting star?
So clever falling forever
Never
To deny or shame
The holy name
Jesus above all
In the emptiness of the wilderness I scream the call
Jesus above all
And who am I?
To live or to die
In the whispery dream of the fanatic’s scream
In this poetic lesson I’m a coming to ya
Caramel toned woman in America
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