An African American Werewolf in America

[Poetry Club VII]

Thanks everybody for coming out, real quick by a show of hands
Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? If you shy we’ll never understand why
So who’s afraid? Is it you?
When he’s stalking the streets in the moonlight
And you can’t really see him as well as you’d like
But he’s heading your way
Cross the street is what you’d like
To do
But you’re imagining your demise
Before reaching those yellow lines
So now you find yourself clutching your clutch
Tighter than 3pt shots with time expiring
Pray you don’t become prey
You don’t become prey
You don’t become prey
You don’t become…. but it’s too late
Right now you wish you had a gun but it’s too late
You fear frozen
Could probably build you a snowman
To stand outside the igloo
Made possible by your ignorance
But is it your fault or isn’t it?
Cause they color us, carnivorous
Beelzebubs of the wilderness and force-feeding
All of these images in really really small increments
I don’t really know what the reason is
I guess I’m sway
Cuz at this point he’s 30 feet away
And you still holding on to mase!!
You damn near Diddy
Scratch that you damn near silly
Baby girl I damn near pity
Anybody with your frame of thinking
Meanwhile we hunted as a game
By crooked ass policemen
So again I ask daffy duck in rabbit season who’s afraid?
(who’s afraid, who’s afraid, who’s afraid, who’s afraid)