He talked back too
and they did nail him
for you must know in the frosted souls
they are goddesses who make and unmake
fluffy cloudy serpentine tongues they control all
the handy men obeys or the gates swing shut to oats
cats power in paradise lost maids of satan have powdered faces
can steal from you and turn your own into your enemy in a jiffy
and the prize cherished are those real men of colour with aces ******
with wealth and fame at the doors they hoover in and sing love songs
but ignore wanton pale thighs or dare own wisdom you are cancelled
the pearls of the Devils who spawns and drinks the blood of others
the mothers who signs sisterhood and yet so destroys another
mother's son cause his skin is darker and he owns a mind
in the soft bosoms of creation lies the craven cobra
spitting venom and bleeding blood in and out
dare not talk back if you are un-paled
refuse to mate and unleash hell
its arrogance to refuse queens
in whiter shades of pales
the world rests on
their tongues
goddesses
who hate
ebony