You are reading a single comment by @Archie's_Grobags and its replies. Click here to read the full conversation.
  • Gotta be Sarah Jones...'Blood'

    It is the thickest blood on this planet
    The feet, that slip and slide in spilled lakes of black blood
    on back roads marked with rusted dead end signs
    They don't fit into any shoes
    Not Nike's, and not Reebok's, though they
    make em across the sea and sell em to you and me
    for fifty times their value tch none of them can hold the blood
    that coagulated not so long ago, in the lower extremities
    of off-color corpses, strung up from trees
    Like, drying figs or, hanging poupourri, to
    sweeten scenes of Southern gallantry
    Before cushioned insoles and arch supports
    There were feet that sank in rusted chains, and uhh
    backs that cracked beneath the weight of slave names
    like Jones, Smith, Johnson, Williams, or even Hilfiger
    And black butts that bore marks forever from irons
    that preceded those for pressing and curling naps
    yanked straight, before relaxers weaves and pink lotion
    [British accent]
    Branding irons children, now that you've crossed the ocean right
    Step up here lit-tle nigger on the auction block and open up your mouth
    Right, good strong teeth, good muscle tone
    You oughta pick a ton of cotton, must be worth ten dollars maybe more
    See here ladies and gentlemen how much can I get for this here
    barely used, top of the line...
    [American accent returns]
    Fast forward to Calvin Klein

About