Communion

The blacker the berry
the sweeter the juice
is what the old folk said
and the young folk used
to think had something to do
with the color of pride
trying to flip the script on skin
that had them preoccupied
but the colonial gun
effectively blew their minds
brainwashing their identity
while leaving behind
their abilities and talents
which they sold on the street
like common prostitutes
undressing so they can eat
and in this brand new world
heralded by Goodship's face
they forgot what god looked like
and sat a dog in his place
and in the image of the beast
they bleached themselves in the mirror
to make sure that the world would see
who they belonged to was clear
trading in their birthright
for their new master’s grace
children ignorant
of their natural place
they once were human beings
and their God lived within
but idol worship stained their souls
and fools they have been

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