In his song called
“blood on the leaves”,
“these bitches surrounding me…”,
as nina simone sings,
“black bodies swinging in the southern breeze”.
Like, at the same time.
We’re talking, “call and response”.
There are more minutes of talk about said bitches in the club
over ‘Strange Fruit’ samples
until this rape-joke of a metaphor:
Now you sittin’ courtside, wifey on the other side
Gotta keep ‘em separated, I call that apartheid
Kanye becomes short of breath as he delivers the word APARTHEID. It is not difficult for me to imagine a scene in which someone wonders whether or not he should do another take.
As I’m laboring to find a picture of Nelson Mandela in which he is not smiling, I receive a text that says:
“don’t forget what he said about that set of titties”:
“FREE AT LAST”