Month: March 2024

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Strasburg

Written by C Hues

March 15, 2024

Welcome to the unwelcoming town
Where Confederate flags and racists abound
Where Emporiums have blackface dolls
And the store owner follows you down every hall.
Welcome to the—well, come on…
You should’ve known what you were getting into
And you may as well lay down and let them step on you
Cause ain’t no one gonna rescue you
And it’s a devil layin’ next to you
What a lovely place to get murdered and disappear
Or maybe lynched or get shot like a deer
You got multiple other dates and this is what you choose
First time for everything, just for what you lose
To win when winter’s at its end
Old racist tellin’ you it’s Mrs. Not Ms.
Well, excuse me, so sorry bitch.
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The Loser’s Song

Written by C Hues

March 14, 2024

I pick up a pen to stick up men
This is my weapon, I been up since
10 A.M., and sleep by 4, it rains it pours
I lost my job, my household chores
Are getting old, and it’s outta control
The 30-year-old with a teenager’s soul
I mean I feel like Peter Parker but black
I’m runnin’ out of money and it’s funny in fact
I got some dates comin’ up, and I’m hatin’ the sun
My reflection’s messin’ with me sayin’ I’m done
When’s the last time you won? One of a kind—
A loner by name, you were just a rebound
But she was the same, or a backup, young black pup
Keep your head up, usin’ that woman to make another mad
You got three at a time and another first day next week
Yet nothin’ in your pockets but your phone and your keys.
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Broke

Written by C Hues

March 3, 2024

Want to hear a joke?
Ask your boss for more money.
You’re broke and broken.
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Bubble

Written by C Hues

March 3, 2024

Passing by the janitor in the hall,
Who cleans your piss when it hits the floor.
He told you his name, but you don’t recall.
And when he’s behind, you won’t hold the door.

The waiter gets no tip this time, same as last.
She’s the best there is, but she’s black.
You make up a story about her fast—
Now the manager won’t have her back.

The teacher who saved your son from failing
Got no reward for her time and trouble.
You didn’t thank her, now it’s smooth sailing,
And none exist outside your high class bubble.
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The Top

Written by C Hues

March 1, 2024

Such a beautiful view—
All the peons below,
All the pawns I accrue.
All the strings that I pull—
All are no one to me.
If this is chess, who could I be?
What is my plan?
Why does it matter?
I’m at the top.
My pockets get fatter.
I’ll laugh when you fall—
Like I’ve never been bruised.
You’ve got the gall
To resist being used?