Broomhilda is Really Sheba, Olivia Pope – The White Man’s Whoreby Sabrina Dawkins Your favorite Colouredsand black female celebritiesare weighed downwith the souls of young femalesand with long ponytailsas broken horseswith skeleton noses,eyes circled in Jezebel’s black paintto accentuate skeleton eye sockets.The door was openedby Halle Berryfor “every nameless, faceless woman of color.”They now hope

The Killers of Souls, Cain and Esauby Sabrina Dawkins Cain and Esau work togetherto destroy souls.They themselves died long agoand are now twin Samson Matrix ghostsand leprous demon vehicles.Meet Joe Black.They are your TV celebritiesthat distract,Rick Rubin and Jay-Z,Huey and Eldridge,Nipsey and YG,Larry and Magic,Drake and Lil Wayne.First black Eve with white serpent produced Cain.Now

Cain and Esau Killed Youby Sabrina Dawkins What do you say to a corpsewho wants to talk about the weather,the latest football game, or actor?Why don’t they knowthat they are dead?Why are they above insteadof below the ground?Hell is a corpse walking,casually making sounds.Hell is corpses flattered by the TV,told they are not dead; instead,

Satan Says Thanks for the Genesby Sabrina Dawkins The one-drop rule named them.They are forced to claim blackuntil they don’t have to anymore,until they have diluted the black genesand their offspring can pass,until they have created Julian Thickes,Quincy Browns, Biaggio Ali Walshes.“Black and proud”while actively bleaching their offspring.How do you thinkthe races between black and

Art Hobbesby Sabrina Dawkins Art Hobbes, Kanye said,“Why would I readwhen I have the opportunityto fucking watch TV?”Art Hobbes, Timbaland said,“The damage is doneso I guess I’ll be leaving.”Art Hobbes, athleteshave you looking at a playground sportas a possible career dream.Art Hobbes, after programming is completeand in front of the TV you’ve Fallen asleep,Timbaland said,“The

Public School Bluesby Sabrina Dawkins I remember at 13under gym weight room stairwellin the dark,behind closed door,cutting class,young black femalestoo young to smokebut one of themalways brought Newports.They taught me Marlboroswere for white people.Teenage voices ad-libpopular R&B song lyricswithout the music,flippantdiscussing sex encountersas if they should beset to music,as if they were entertainmentfor our ears:Shrugs,

Hot as Hellby Sabrina Dawkins People don’t knowhow to grow crops anymore.It was dark.I went to the grocery store,and for conveniencethere was an orange gas tubecoming out of the pavementat each parking space.I wondered if this dream meantorange fire slowly heatsthe earth from below.God knowsgas and cars slowlymake metaphors of hell true.

Satan’s Moralityby Sabrina Dawkins Satan’s morality comes from outside,in blue uniforms,and cameras,and nightsticks.The investigators look at youwith cold eyesand tight lips.They can’t give you advicebecause that would breakthe façade of being objective.You’ve committed a crimeso forced correction consistsof being caged.But caging an animalonly breaks the spirit.Holy Spirit moralityresides within,so no clunky cameras,or uniforms, or nightsticks,

Demonic Rap Bassby Sabrina Dawkins Beside subwooferin the trunkis a large trash bagfilled with aluminum cans,and no, Big Boi,they don’t sound good.Nevertheless, the winner was rap.Moses Hogan showedme he didn’t get the jobbecause during the auditionhe hit too many high keyson the pianoto try to raise your soul.But you wanted low bass thumps,heavy blows,to knock

My Artificial Black Pantherby Sabrina Dawkins Lauryn Hill is my collard greenscooked with M&M’s,“To do black music so selfishlyand use it to get myself wealthy,”with a natural short afro,throwing up the 666 sign,wearing Louis Vuittonwhile singing to young black girlsto respect themselves,articulating “Black Rage.”Pseudo black liberation,nihilistic chaos,sold out,masqueradingas a black intellectualbut harboring artificial ingredients:thirty pieces