I’m no nuanced Negro, but…
I’m no nuanced Negro—never have
been—never will be. I’m a lower the
forks, pick up the pallet, put it on the
Truck, stack the boxes; scrub the toilet,
mop the floor—lunch bucket, gloves, steel
toe boot crowd—picket line lovin’ kind of fella.
But, lemme see if I may help you in my
crude, crass, class—black/white—My
bourgeois/proletarian terms. Lemme see
if my unvarnished, rough hewn style helps…
Would you dare trust Slick Willy and R. Kelly
chaperoning; Jell-low Puddin’ Man bartending
your daughters’, your granddaughters’, your
nieces’ Quinceañeras, Bat Mitzvahs, Sweet Six-
teen Parties? Would you trust Ms Maxwell with
supervising the sleepovers? Would you send pre-
teen sons and grandsons to the Sierras to play
War games with a platoon of priests?
Yet, you suspend suspicion for acts starring
Kentucky Turtle in Kabuki Theater—silly Sinema?
You suspend suspicion for theater featuring Schmo
Munchkin-Schmo Biden-Madame Speaker slapstick…
You suspend suspicion, finding yourselves bamboozled
by special effects; had by stuntmen—corporate stickup
You suspend suspicion, see yourselves suckered by hollow
Heists…By artificial intelligence of Lilliputian politicians
on Wall Street strings screaming, “Hands up—
to the debt ceiling—this is a stickup, stupid muthafukkkas!”
© 2021. Raymond Nat Turner, The Town Crier. All Rights Reserved.
Former forklift driver/warehouse worker/janitor, Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. You can Vote for his work at: