Black Christian Mind

My Artificial Black Panther
by Sabrina Dawkins

Lauryn Hill is my collard greens
cooked with M&M’s,
“To do black music so selfishly
and use it to get myself wealthy,”
with a natural short afro,
throwing up the 666 sign,
wearing Louis Vuitton
while singing to young black girls
to respect themselves,
articulating “Black Rage.”
Pseudo black liberation,
nihilistic chaos,
sold out,
masquerading
as a black intellectual
but harboring artificial ingredients:
thirty pieces of silver
in the large intestines.
The real one, Stokely, is angry,
replaced by an actor.
He sacrificed so much for the movement,
including his lifetime as Garvey.