( laf ladee lavenda
unda courts moon
tin stars beet out pewta
peel yo bananas
half mercy
den confess
dont fret de haters
stockins gat runs n em
demon wit voice operetta
is dat mammy n yo trane ?
jemima loungin n yo tea air uh ?
dame pare yo seek wins
re veil some thin pretty
warm yella cornbred
bake bed strut marks
butt u had nuts
& u didnt knead balls )
( huh wuz x optic
too de hu man eye
pick ass o fan seed
huh best chi aw funk
bow leg hem way found
huh tec key la tonged
e-z era gerdy crude sigh
cut huh out lak pay pa dolls
huh stressed n fan tassles
ear rings stud wit rude bards
danglin penal lashes
day sea huh
e turn awl lee n rags
slave n ovah stove
camera flog n lacy
apron & jag ged
linger ree drawl
omen sent wit
phenome null fear
heroin seams busted
make dem wanton
too water dare pants)
( womb man o
x travel gent tail lint
fear de rope o lick rich
round huh neck
foe darin ta speak
huh dig de boogie woogie
butt win de wagon cum
huh bee throne off
cuz huh gat de diss ease o awl
de pee ola de word den seen
why chant huh bee uh
ore gaunt tit fruit
dat nebber fall
n too iron basks
full o starvin eyes
huh pray fo blak reign
two strip diss white lite
butt hit nebber come
wiles huh livid )
( peel peel pile
bananas
cut green
maid yellow
dark end bye
hite lite
peel peel pile
plan taint rice skin
st louie stew
yo trash can full
wit diss point meant
eat out de make up
loose bones
fluid menstruate
minstrelsy
dont look strait
n de eye turn
ta gel
turn de key n knees
flop out o frame
uh plastic glove
peel peel paul
colin callin fame
peel paul out
blood bananas
chant bee
men sting yet
n vent
eroticism
rotted out
tree o life )
Originally published in the Fall/Winter 2001 issue of Fence, as part of The Black Took Collective’s Call for Dissonance.
