VENTRILOQUIST RACIST

Ventriloquist racist: (I’m not saying this)

“I’m sick of all these POC believing
in themselves. It’s really obnoxious.

Do Serena & Venus have to carry on
like that when they win?”

(She poured right-wing hate over the phone
into my ear for months.

Night terrors about critical race theory.
Confused sympathies for TERFs.

She was a borderline woman
who wore black frocks, no underwear.

I didn’t know I could hang up.
I wanted to stay friends.)

There, see, your fascist lips moved. See here’s
where your KKK training comes into play.

The body shines out color, gender (more
or less): easy-to-spot diversity,

what about brainwave diversity,
the latent spectrum of hidden minds.

With latency, harder to establish
the gradient of injustice, where

marks are made manifest so visible,
an outward legend for identity hate.

Material racism is contrast ink
bleeding over into minds

for the historic CAT scan
which can’t come soon enough.

Protestors chanting their chants,
what do they want: [blank],

when do they want it: ‘now.’
The now-ness. Wanting things now.

How irritating. What’s never on time
will never take place.

Cvltvre warriors speak from a place
of uniform enlightenment presumptive.

Anarchy don’t hold truths to be self-evident
once a system springs from them.

Hold out your bail buffer
and wake up blind.

You try to snap a photo
of racist comedian in wheelchair

as proof for the unbelieving
but in your viewfinder all you see

is an angle of yourself hiding behind a table
with parallel rainbow lines across your head.

Ventriloquist racist: I’m not saying this:
my mimicry says this:

“Where did I go wrong that I’m not like you.
I don’t hate you, just practically all your values.

I hate your brand. Your ease with
categorizing life for advantages.

Establishing who suffered more
according to identity markers.

Grapple with this with me
you don’t want or know how to.”