"NO NAME IN THE STREET” by Kola Boof

They killed their own mother/
And the White People watched.

They killed their own mother
because they wanted to be
FREE/
(of the pain in her body)
Out of lies...they conjured up Hands.
Fists that PIMPED the Soul Machete.
They killed their own mother
because--she was black.
As Ghana
as dancing/as smiling
as chocolate cake batter on children's faces
as dusk
as cranberries
as yams/as honey
as Red and Gold leaves come autumn
as charcoal...they killed their own mother.
And the White People watched.

You see them with their lies
African nigger-stock
Proud and free as Piss
HIP hopp-ING
and carrying on
about their ancestors
--as Blind and ignorant as
new puppies underneath
a House Porch.
This is what Blind love reaps.
This is what Blind love reaps.
Disappointment that has no name in the street.

These killers
with no name in the street
who dare Call/ the White Man...Satan.

These HIP...HIP killers.

***