Satan with Du Bois’ Help Steals The Souls of Black Folkby Sabrina Dawkins A darkness tried to suffocate meas I started reading The Souls of Black Folk.“It’s a powerful spell,” I thought,a demon pretending to be a black man.As I tried to walk through its quicksand,I felt his poetic, Harvard wordslike ghost arms and handspulling

The Happy House Negro – How to Make a Slaveby Sabrina Dawkins In a dream,in darkness,I saw Negroeswell-dressed on the front rowin Boulé ball tuxedoswith spoiled black daughtersdressed like princesses.I watched Satan’s daughters,who were teachers,hand out aulswith a jewel on the endto black studentsthat filled the dark auditorium,where the daughters of the Roman Empirehad stood

Aretha Franklin Did Work for Donald Trump, and It’s a Sinby Sabrina Dawkins Trump said of Aretha Franklin,“She worked for me on numerous occasions.”“And I think it’s a sin.” – Lynyrd SkynyrdShe sang the national anthem“Sweet Home Alabama”for his inauguration.

America’s Prostituteby Sabrina Dawkins LeBron James had limited range of motionin a miniskirt trying to run up a sloped treadmill to heaven.You were Azealia Bankscrouching in the back roomof Elon Musk’s mansionwaiting for crumbs.You only exposed the rich white manbecause he rejected you,didn’t choose youas his harlot.Still, you put on the brathat is half American

Black Man, You Are Samsonby Sabrina Dawkins Black Man, you are Samson.In the public school system,white teachers were your Delilah.She turned you into a petdependent and worshipping Western rulers.“She broke your throne,and she cut your hair.And from your lipsshe drew the Hallelujah.” “It’s a cold and it’s a very broken hallelujah.” – Leonard Cohen Morpheus