Sandpaper fingers
on creamy skin
they scratch and smear
and give teddy bears tears.
Not location or color
or pedigree
offers saturday cartoon watchers
a chance to flee.
From mansions on the trace
to hobbles and shanties
From frilly lace
to spongebob panties.
Where are saint or devils
to set things right
or just give her claws and biceps
Trust me, She’ll fight!
Like the Laureate did in ‘Nigger Night’
Where is that lighting chair?
That death alone
The screaming carpenter
with his righteous millstone.