Peace on earth is in death
I hope you had a merry Christmas
A good new years
Except for me
I got you all these gifts
And you didn't show.
Look baby, I even got you a diamond ring, white as snow
Don't you love it baby?
(Looks like stress)
Look at me,
I got you, forgiveness
(Don't test me child)
I got you, your own business?
(It'll be a while…)
Look mama dear, I got you your stimulus.
(Oh yeah, the lottery is here!"
Look, I know you mean well
Mama loves you,
It's just that I'm bored and not a tuned to strange loves
I done my dues, paid my debts
Yo mama hard but her nerves come in sets
You have the red nerve, that's the bayonet
You have the blue nerve, ignore that,
(why?)
It was built on regrets
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Why am I here?
I'm in a hut made out of a car door, metal, and wooden side. "You are getting ready for a ritual." Do-Me is stirring a pot of something.
These are not Africans. These are drug addicts.
"I'm not on drugs." she says reading my mind. I wonder can she hear this fuck you?
"Fuck you too."
"Amen." I mutter. I just got beat, I'm laying on my side. Do-Me takes a sip of the pot. "Just right." she smiles. What is she eating dookie?
She snaps to me. Do-Me leers, "It is blood."
"That's not good for you…" I mumble. Ironic of me to say that of all people. I haven't gotten high in a long time.
"Would you like a sip?" she holds up the spoon. "It's good for you…"
Not really. "You will be given some." she speaks eerily. "What does that mean?"
"My husband needs a vessel…" her soul shines through her eyes. "You are going to take us to school…"
"What?"
"You'll carry us, to the top. So we can drink…"
"Bitch…" I throw my head back. "Where's Deelo?"
"He'll be bait, so we can kill his father."
"Why?"
"Growden. The Queen." Slavery. "It's not. Growden and the Queen are married, he protected that woman when Virginia wanted to lynch her."
What is the truth? "As for you, get ready!" she makes her shoulders dance. "What the hell is with you?"
"Nothing… you'll be one of us!"
"No."
"You already are… all you have to do. Is be naked." she grins with teeth. I don't wanna be naked. Which is saying a lot because I walk around my apartment naked.
She puts up a bowl and scoops blood in it. "Go crazy." she puts the bowl in my face. I gag, "I'm sick."
"Not sick enough--DRINK IT!" she bumps my lip with the bowl. "Get away--"
"DRINK THE BLOOD! DRINK IT!"
I knock the bowl of blood or pushing it away from my mouth. I try to get up and she attacks my legs and bites me.
These crackheads is ferocious!
I punch her in the head and pull her hair. She climbs up my knees, nmy fist hit her nose and eyes. "Get the fuck off me!"
"You will carry us!" she licks my thigh and bites me again. My eyes are hot… I rack my claws across her face. "STAY DOWN!"
My tongue slithers out my mouth and I see something I haven't seen in a long time…. my fork tail. My tail wraps her neck and has enough strength to throw her across the shack. "YOU ARE ONE OF US!" she scurries to throw her arms up in praise. "YOU ARE THE CHILD OF DARKNESS!" her wings appear. "O'Mugo! Shi-u!" I don't know this tongue. But I have knowledge of it. "Sea han! Besujia!"
I grab her neck again. "Take me!"
Do-Me gags, "I will…"
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I walk behind Do-Me with a stake in her back I found laying on the ground. My wings are out, we get to the center of the underground town.
Crackheads hiss as we go to the center. "Tell them."
Do-Me looks back. "She won't take us to the surface!" she hollers for all to hear. "She has to!" a savage shouts. "We are starving!"
I don't give a fuck and I say that. "Where is Deelo's soul!" This is too easy. "Give it to me!"
"In a jar…" a big green nigga speaks with the face of a money. "Show me the damn jar!" I'm lucky for five minutes.
What's the plan?
I could take over, turn my back and get mauled again. In reality, I'm in a pit of cokefeinds, I don't have a plan. I made it this far, I can't do anything. And this bitch reading me.
I give up.
I put the stake down, "I'll take you school…"
And they yell at the top of their lungs. "REJOICE!" What the fuck! "Prepare the ritual!"
"I still want his soul!" I yell. Do-Me turns around, "No!"
"Why!"
"We need his father! We have his head!"
"So? Ju-Just, like, pick another one?"
"He killed our queen!" a fiend shouts.
"Ok, ok… one more question… are you guys dead?"
"You will be pregnant." Do-Me holds her stomach. "And we will go far." she points up. "She wanted to live… she wanted to be high!"
"She basically raped a kid from childhood tho…"
"And…" she points in the direction of the tombs. "Shiloh was her daughter. And she was high…"
"But--"
"She didn't help her mother survive!" Do-Me yells at me. "You will take us to the top, when Shiloh couldn't!"
"What did you do… to my mother?"
"Shiloh was supposed to protect Mable." says a voice. "She was suppose to keep her mother out of jail. That's what daughters do."
"So… I'm Shiloh's daughter…" It doesn't make sense. "That's why you will work." an old man naked in a purple robes points a metal pole at me. "Besujia punished Shikki… because she wouldn't work."
I look around me. If I say the wrong thing that's it. "Can I… Can I please have my friend?" I pout. "I just wanna tell him bye."
Do-Me narrows her eyes at me. "You have a heart. Unlike your mother…"
"Fuck her…" I didn't even know her… what was that thing about me getting shot as a baby? "Dareion, shot you at infancy."
"Why?"
"He didn't--"
"To test if the ritual worked!" somebody hollers. "What ritual?" I turn around. "Alexis… Cedrica. You were made for this." I bore over my shoulder, it's Chava. "You were made to carry us to the high place."
"Virginia. It's a state."
"The Black State…"
I don't know anything about vampires. At least not a whole lot. "You are the antichrist." she says. "My niece…"
Why me…
"Because…"
"Do y'all know how to mind y'all business!"
"No…" says a bloated man. "Besujia gave us immortality."
"What about overdosing?"
"You sip from the vampire…" he cocks his head. "You are like us…"
"DON'T BE BOUGIE!" a bald woman criticizes.
"I haven't even had blood--"
"But now you will!" speaks a one eyed man in rags. "MAKE HER DRINK THE ESSENCE!"
The circle around me closes in. "DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!"
I have nowhere to go. Temti-Xi-Sson materializes from the red sand. He thunders, spreading his arms wide. His big eyes, shrink and grow. He takes off his head and holds it high.
The mouth murmurs a rap
My body lifts from the sand. Before I started to float, they raised a knife or a gun in the air and stabbed themselves. Their souls surrounded me.
I can't move.
My back aches, my wings are visible. I thought I would lift to the roof of the underground. But I don't
And all the souls… are mine
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