Passing

Well, Well, Well…

What is culture really?

Is it really a race?

Is it really a shade, a hue, a fine “How do you do?”

One friend seems just as easy and calm

Whereas the other one just seems just as nervous as could be

When he said he hates Blacks but doesn’t know any

Well, I know plenty

Blacks, Whites, Reds, and Yellows

Gals, Gods, Devils, and Fellows

All trying to pass as humans

Instead of animals

Passing

Some animals passing for humans

Humans passing as Animals

Passing for sure

Until

Time

It brings ALL “things” to light

Huey P. Long wasn’t wrong

One wife gets along just fine with her husband

One wife seems to tolerate her husband

One mother’s child is crystal white

One mother’s children are clearly not white

Ain’t both of them women?

Ain’t both of them deserving of happiness?

Ain’t both of them deserving of peace and security?

Well?

It seems to me…

When around Blacks, a person seems more Black

When around Whites, a person seems more White

Whether they are Black or White…

Americans

Europeans

Africans

Blue eyed Billie Goats

Horses patoots

This pale life of mine

Grass greener on the other side

So glittery is fool’s gold

Instead of being humble

In the bag for The Soul

Why temp fate?

Why feed hate…

Of a skin you do not know?

Next is your turn, and your soul knows.

That which you hate

Will soon be your fate

This you know

What a wonder to behold!

For everything you do to others

Are now your dirty clothes to fold.

How poetic!

How apropos!

The inhumanity!

The divinity!

What a universal joke!

I see heaven rolling, and roiling!!

Thunder and boiling!!!

Everything seems to SERIOUS to us

In this body filled with worms and pus

Truly a great comedy

Because none are “Happy” after all…

Happy, free or safe

Bullocks, throw it away

Live for this moment

Breathe in this second

For tomorrow, the gases may expand

And off will pop your hands

Better laugh while you can!

Because next life your fate

Is everything you HATE!!

LOL!!! Just look at your FACE!!!

Everything we do comes back to us too!!!

It makes me so happy!!!

Ain’t it the same for you?

Relax… all your nightmares are coming true

Your Boogie Man is you

The thing under your bed is you

The terror on your chest

Stealing air from you

Is you trying to kill you

The incubus trying to possess you

Is you just doing you

The ghost, the demon, the shrew

My Darling. That’s you. I thought you knew.

Never mind you will before your soul is through

This – I promise you.

I promise you.

I promise.

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