If we try to censor the past
We will repeat the past.
If we make vulgar what is beautiful
We will make vulgar.
Cocoa skin is beautiful.
When we make it vulgar
What good thing do we have
To relate to?
Ebony skin is beautiful
Too. Some of the most precious hardwoods.
Make it vulgar
And you made a race vulgar.
Doughy skin—a white man
Will readily apply it to their villain or foil
Don’t say you would not—
Ashen skin we will apply
To an evil prince.
Olive skin, of course
Applies to every Italian
Arab and Sephardi Jew—
Yet, when we make it vulgar
What we essentially do
Is make race vulgar.
No, you are not racist.
Nobody, I have a hunch to say
Is racist, unless you scream “Nigger”
At the black players during football.
Let’s calm down people.
Racism is over.
Understand I’m not being racist.
I am not going to list all of the achievements
Of black Americans, and do my lamentation
About their woeful days of slavery.
That, in my estimation, is racist.
The fact is, our ancestor’s worst sin
Was probably racism.
Other than that, there wasn’t a single thing they did
To constitute a real fault.
With that, since I spent so much time with the generation
Let the past be.
Don’t artificially change the present
With faux pas about language.
As, that’s how dictators come into power.
By prescribing against uses of language.
It’s how cult leaders indoctrinate.
The honest truth, a good writer can
Make the most vulgar things tasteful.
That’s all it takes.
Be vulgar, but be tasteful.
Tap into the veins of culture
But don’t drink the blood.
And for crying out loud
Don’t make metaphors about skin color.
Just call it Cocoa. Everyone likes Chocolate.