The Object of Desire (Poem inspired by the book The Delectable Negro)

We are the object of desire

Melanin men spindled and folded into robes of gold

Whipped black backs on display hanging from trees

For all the world to see

The strange business of bodies as a commodity

Sexual oddity 

Sorrow sold to the highest bidder

We are the objects of deviant desire

Black breeding

Black seeding

White needing

A sick skin fetish

Massa did'nt make love

He made babies

Mullato mandingos infected with the blood of perdition

Athletic ex Africans play on manicured plantation fields 

With numbers on their backs

Others with numbers under their chins

Playing the same game

Our skin belongs to them

Their sin belongs to us

Photogenic negroes smile as flesh and blood ebony trophies

Feeding frenzied fantasies

Watching buck naked nigg*rs

Spread thunder thighs

Inviting Massas rock hard denial

Massa falls asleep on top of nubile bodies

Our bodies possessed

Our bodies processed

Packaged for carnal consumption

Picking our naughty parts from canine incisors

Our bones used as toothpicks

Slaves invited to the feast as the main course

Collard greens and grace said by simple saints

Addicted to Mammies Sambos and Coons

Our pain is their pleasure

We just new negroes under pressure

The object of desire...