Rigorous
Volume Four, Issue 4



henry 7. reneau, jr.


Who speak Sass like Scripture?

Who the outside agitator         the marching mouth of dissent?
Freedom March the soles off they shoes?     Who run faster than
Fugitive Laws           racist Pigs?            Who want reparations?
the national debt & Fox News Ben Shapiro!           Daddy Bush &
baby Bush!            & all the repulsive Trump tweeted stereotypes
of white supremacy!                      Who run faster than Carl Lewis
hear Freeze Nigger!             Who faster than handcuff lightnin' &
put thunder in jail?                                      Who?     Who?
The Black Identity Extremist?                            We so tired of that
same old shit          non-violent         be patient . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
wait                                'till the po-lice come & beat your Black ass
blue                    Who say/: I'm not racist . . . I have African-
American friends                  when They ain't a lynch mob around
Task Force        the Aryan Brotherhood?              Who think They
almighty but        whine like bitches 'bout those people        takin'
our jobs        our welfare        our health care        our prescription
drug monopoly      with dirt cheap meth                   & fentanyl cut
heroin?                     Who dread James Brown payback posted up
'round the corner/:              Glock 10 & ski mask/:  break yo' self
bitch!?
                     Who       Who       Who?         will put they foot
so deep in yo' ass          yo' mouth will smell like Reconstruction?
The other Stacy     Adams
waiting to drop                Who whine 'bout them people in school
Their daughters?             Whose daughters fascinated by
the afro look like a mic God speak into?             Who got


of their daughter's fantasies?                        Who make something
that everybody wants it?                   Who devise the slander of
stereotype/:  sling slurs/shit racial violence &          centuries2 of
government sanctioned oppression?      Who?      Who?        Who
speak sass like scripture?                Who don't believe
                                                               a word come out They mouth?

Who?

Say Fuck!




Who?




the Gang









with

melanin
skin      the
coveted erotic Taboo
so forbidden


******

Long before the goddamned lies of Military/Industrial
body counts; before the Shock & Awe
remote-controlled murder drones,
locked onto targets the size of small children. Long before
the Muslim Ban engraved middle eastern muscle memory
with stop & frisk in airports, & Black Identity Extremists
was coined to rebrand the racism of J. Edgar's COINTELPRO.
Long before the infantile Trump tweets
of reality show self promotion, was the hate
that made hate &
the punishment of poverty for profit, before
the USA!      USA!
soundbytes of          Go back where you come from!!
was our suffering of conditionality
that mimicked a swimming pool's transparent blue shine,
aiming for nobility
as we settled for the lesser of twin evils.


******


Who told you what you think          that later you find out a lie???


Note: The last stanza is a line from the poem, Somebody Blew Up America,
             by Amiri Baraka.




/dum•ass/

n.
1a.) a narcissistic sense of entitlement (prec. by mutha-fuckin’, goddamn)
surgically affixed to a cell-phone in public.  b.) the homogenized coward-
ice of social media cell soldiers.  2a.) an obsession to be seen, i.e. If I hang
up, will I cease to exist?  3a.) a moron disguised as an accident waiting to
happen, i.e. God only took back cigarettes because cell-phones were an
easier way to get rid of idiots.  b.) walking into traffic, a water fountain, or
onto train tracks, while talking on a cell-phone.  c.) someone on a cell-
in New York city foot traffic, late for work, i.e early onset dementia.
  ▪ n. see DOLT.



henry 7. reneau, jr: "I write words of conflagration to awaken the world ablaze, an inferno of free verse illuminated by my affinity for disobedience, like a discharged bullet that commits a felony every day, the spontaneous combustion that blazes from my heart, phoenix-fluxed red & gold, exploding through change is gonna come to implement the fire next time. I am the author of the poetry collection, freedomland blues (Transcendent Zero Press) and the e-chapbook, physiography of the fittest (Kind of a Hurricane Press), now available from their respective publishers. Additionally, I have self-published a chapbook entitled 13hirteen Levels of Resistance, and my collection, The Book Of Blue(s) : Tryin' To Make A Dollar Outta' Fifteen Cents, was a finalist for the 2018 Digging Press Chapbook Series. My work has also been nominated multiple times for the Pushcart Prize and the Best of the Net."




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