Lana Chambers
Couple
Some of my poems as I lay here in labor thinking:
"White boy defeat."
Centuries of racism and hate.
Drip. Drip. Black sperm impregnate.
The white womb of the masters wife.
A black baby soon will have life.
"The Darkest Night"
My husband was a virgin on our wedding night.
He waited oh so patiently just for me.
His loving pure bred white hot wife.
He entered the bedroom and beheld a shocking sight.
My ivory white legs spread eagle.
A big black snake slithering in and out, completely legal.
My husband paused unsure of what to do.
Our eyes met. Blue on blue.
His hand fell like a little white dove.
His zipper slipped and snap a white twig and berries was sprung.
He knelt before the blessed sight.
Tears were in his eyes.
And yet he watched whispering, 'so tight.'
His little twig began to spray and sputter.
Little white boy tears like no other.
"White boy defeat."
Centuries of racism and hate.
Drip. Drip. Black sperm impregnate.
The white womb of the masters wife.
A black baby soon will have life.
"The Darkest Night"
My husband was a virgin on our wedding night.
He waited oh so patiently just for me.
His loving pure bred white hot wife.
He entered the bedroom and beheld a shocking sight.
My ivory white legs spread eagle.
A big black snake slithering in and out, completely legal.
My husband paused unsure of what to do.
Our eyes met. Blue on blue.
His hand fell like a little white dove.
His zipper slipped and snap a white twig and berries was sprung.
He knelt before the blessed sight.
Tears were in his eyes.
And yet he watched whispering, 'so tight.'
His little twig began to spray and sputter.
Little white boy tears like no other.