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Improv 1, Week 3

Language Mixology

Half brother of the same halves,
simulacra is fancy for “absent.”

Like banging means “good”
or off the chain means “good.”

The same way off the hook forgets
the phone, I’m forgetting the space

between Oregon and North
Carolizzay, daylight savings time

and the addition of the “-izzay.”
So silly that suffix, verbed blackface

for black folks.

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Halfrican Brothers Keep Trying To Out Do Me

Halfrican brothers keep trying to out do me,
Blending their jaw line blackface.

“Does that make you feel more black?”
I’d say yes, if I knew that “black”

Wasn’t the absence of white,
The refusal to speak the King’s English.

I’m remembering that black points,
Though hard to come by, make all the difference

Between grape drink and some opposite,
Pants on the ground and some opposite,

For non black folks.

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