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is it really an accident
when mister sex appeal winks at me from the billboards towering above
his image
plastered on the brick walls of every building in my neighborhood
seductively seducing me each night
from the other side of my TV with that alluring voice…
"baby come over to my place..."
that nitro glycerin he hawks
is supposed to go down my throat
so smooooooooth...
is it really an accident
when they whisper in low voices
mouths cleverly covered
the music I listen to
and dance to
and worship my lord to
is heathenistic and devil-inspired?
and the way that I worship
my Lord
is too undignified and uncivilized...
is it really an accident
they
sing those same hymns in those cute
stained glass
antiseptic churches
pounding on their white marble
or
solid crystal pulpits on Sunday mornings
it is
charismatic…
is it really an accident
when I can buy a nine
a thirty-eight
an AK
a forty ounce
easier than I can buy a prescription for my sick children…
there more liquor stores in my neighborhood
than schools and churches
combined...
...makes me wanna holler and throw up both my hands...
what about you,
brother...?
