I let television seduce me with its constant ads
I haven't gaped into a tv screen for years
The over dramatic ads leave me bewildered
But you scream from gut twisting laughter as I joke my way through
Your eyes pouring and the wavy grooves of your mouth pink as life's canal
Tears and screaming from a deeper place within your heart
Our conscious problematic ways of dealing with the victimology that racism inherently integrated into our DNA
Makes these Hamerkops fly above their contaminated nests just enough to feel free from America's European eclectic heart
We wanna go home, but our mother doesn't yearn for us mutually and our kidnapper keeps murdering and suffocating us
Saliva pressed in envelopes is the foundation of unity and revolution
But the letter inside, unsealed, isn't about noir resolutions
Through these commercials, Shakespeare, and Richard Pryor, I've realized how traumatic comedy is the coping of our unconscious Stockholm syndrome
