matrix

by CHRISTINE SY

akimbo you stand, you’ll never fall
when beside mixedme, no matter how tall
cuz’ you’re a wonderbread whiteboy, with a constructed plight
getting your trade-skill-diploma, nothing but future in sight

landlord majesty shaping yard top’ary
the driveway, the roof            you do dishes too
talk quiet & gentle for a wonderbreadland view

I’m a nice guy you say, three times fast
and continue on you do with your monologue-ish trash
that harkens upon myth but you don’t know from where
and next, something ‘bout …I want you out of there
and the funnyfurious thing is you don’t even know why
cuz’ I pay rent on time Mr. Whiteboy niceboy
you’re a very nasty guy

out of your mouth you sputter and say
Deal with me civilized, not in an aggressive way. I’m a very nice guy. I accommodate you.
And to this incredulous cesspool-ic spew I say in my brain, in hidden text
whitesavage talk dirty to me
in my face     before my girl in public space
whitesavage talk dirty to me whitesavagecivility
makes me ride tension between fight or flee
makes me laughrage weepfury growl & cry

Into my space you went skulking around
telling nobody when I was out of town
truth confirms a feeling in my gut, you’re a niceboy whiteboy, procreating smut
in wonderbread nicebred whiteland homefed

with nobody watching in the shade in the dusk
did you stroll into the folds of my merlot room
tainting it with your whiteprivileged perfume?
did you lay eyes on me? see me naked there, on the wall there?
framed in black & white, clothes barely on there?
did you see my proud face in setting light, shadows weaving falling hair
breast in hand, nbinoojiins there?

Mr. Niceboy Whiteboy, did you see all the books
Psychology, Astrology and Indigenous Peeps
Wild Women, gritty Poems and Wars en Afrique
Did your sixpack get hard, feel sick in your belly
When you leaned close in, read Aquatic Erotica or Jelly?

Whiteboy Niceboy, skulking around
Wonderbread neighbourland, heralding the sound
Of purported landlordliness, but in a tempertantrum controlled
In your driveway & the earway of the guy-next-door
You come undone, you centre me out
Showing to him your manly, landlordly betterthan clout
“Need to talk to me” you say with a scowl across your face
But Mr. Whiteboy Niceboy, King of Wonderbreadland
Talk to me lessthan/youmorethan and you push my hand
To stand proud and loud and Into The Centre with you
Mr. Whiteboy Niceboy For all the neighbours to view
You didn’t like that yeah Didn’t know what to do
With a woman who talks faster, is sharper, uses more syllables than you

And something else too I know to be true
Confirmed as it was in your proud boy spew
Through layers of false stratus, your pseudo-status I saw through:

Whiteboy Niceboy you spewed too fast
In the nice girl with a cultured pearl
parents who’ll ensure her class
So a bungalow from her daddio, to accommodate you
Mr. Whiteboy Niceboy, got no wrap-it, want to tap it, couldn’t control the spew
And niceboy whiteboy got no cash, got to carry on, carry on without marrying her ass
And your potent potent seed mixed with niceboy spew
Makes you dependent, a dependent, no matter what you do, on her daddio
and ‘Oh-oh’, on pretty bred girls, too

Mr. Whiteboy Niceboy look at your spew
Faced with an Indian Woman you don’t know what to do
Don’t even have a clue poorboy, Whiteboy, come all undone
At the end of the month it was a pretty hard run
But poorboy whiteboy, one day you’ll see,
That my way has massaged you
for the next ‘nishnaabekwe like me.

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nbinoojiins=my baby
‘nishinaabekwe=Anishinaabekwe, Anishinaabe (Ojibway) woman