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Middle-Aged White Woman (Free verse) by Dovina

Maybe it’s time. You look at me and see a symbol of conservative acts that hurt you. My kind abused your kind. Now with your freedom, your authority, your power, it’s time for retribution. Go ahead, ignore me, don’t hire me belittle me in your verse skip over me at your readings. My ancestors did it to your ancestors. You have the right. It’s a new experience for me, that’s all. Maybe it’s time.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 13-Apr-05/5:04 PM
Would you consider "being forced to eat from a dog bowl on all fours" an instance of subjugation that exceeds the Official Subjugation Threshold beyond which whinging is acceptable? I daresay you would. But do you even stop for a second to think that it might be in the subject's best interest to scoff their food in such a way? When Negroes first decided to come over to the United States all those years ago, they just pitched up on our shores with no education, no transferrable skills, no appreciation of how one should behave at a dinner table, and worst of all no underpants. We then trained and clothed them, and taught them the value of shoehorning. We introduced them to the fundamental building blocks of civilisation: religion, community, faith, family, and trousers. And when at last they had mastered the dog bowl, and could masticate without making an unseemly mess, we said to them "Rise up, and dine with us. You are no longer aminals. You shall feast at the table as men." I'll never forget the twinkle that flashed in their eyes as they grasped cutlery for the first time. It was a twinkle of defiance, of independence, and ultimately, of betrayal. From dog bowls, to cutlery, to top hats. We gave them an inch, and they took their own shoehorn factory.




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