Everybody thinks it’s all right,
because she was born bad,
if they tell themselves that enough times.
She changes before their eyes,
from a wide eyed child,
and a school tie her mother has to help her with,
to their evening entertainment,
because they talk a new image into their eyes,
they repeat it like a prayer,
predators chanting in a circle,
believing their magic is innocent.
They never ask her why,
she is near the night,
why she dares to venture into the darkness,
because they know the truth,
tarnishes their already jittering justification,
it doesn’t matter.
It never matters.
They are good men,
if they say they are good men.
She is a slut,
if they say she’s a slut.
She came to them,
even when they spent months,
laying out a line of pebbles and promises,
easing her down a perilous path,
letting her get lost,
drunk on the idea that someone gives a damn,
before they stole from her,
as she slept,
but it’s still her fault,
because they say it is.
The court will free the devil,
if he wears a nice suit,
and they will hang her,
with the skirt she wore,
and a map of all the places she went,
even though she had no sense of direction,
and nobody expects a poor,
helpless grown man,
to say no,
because he is a good man,
if he says he is,
but she was born bad,
no matter how many times she said no.
I am so sorry.
From the bottom of my mixed up,
part polluted heart,
I am so,
I have stolen a white man.
and some white women too,
I know that they belong to you,
but you know us “darkies”,
(although, as a mixed person, I’m sort of in the middle,
if you will),
we are just predisposed to crime,
my mother’s lily white,
innocent DNA was just not enough,
to overcome my emotional kleptomania,
and so I stole them,
pure white British hearts,
taken into my ethnic lair,
and probably used in some dark and demented foreign ritual,
because you know what us people are like.
I am so sorry,
to have caused you such distress,
as I destroyed the master race.
Thoughts and prayers.
I’ll be performing next month, at She Grrrowls in London, on Friday the 7th of February, at 19:30.
On today’s episode, Jennifer talks about anxiety, ad libbing, how her life resembles a romance anime, and the wonders of notebook theatre therapy.
Jennifer also updates you on the recent events in British politics, including the latest on Labour’s search for a leader, the next step for Brexit, the tentative but triumphant return of Stormont, and what some English MPs think about Scottish Independence.