Untitled #2

Hypocritically Religious Fennella Miller

Untitled (Fennella’s “BANNED” Poem)

Sin! Sin! Sin!
I ask them what for?
God I am telling you, your “people” want war

You ask me to close my eyes
Then you ask me “what do I see?”
I see girls’ drowning in puddles of semen all around me

Sin! Sin! Sin!
I ask them what for?
God I am telling you, your “people” want war

I was driving through hell, and what did I see?
Porsched out gangsters and wannabes
Negro men once bound by the slave chain
Now bound to their gold chains
And they claim they have the power to “make it rain”
Have the nerve to compare sex to a brain
You’ve belittled black girl’s existence so now black girls’ insane?

And I ask them what for?

Music Industry buying voices in exchange for souls
Music is control; watch a pyramid take your soul
Illuminati, oh illuminati
I feel it all through my body
Lyrics like bullets point and aim as they shoot it

And I ask them what for?

Little child being touched in private places
By familiar faces
Now everyone is gay or bi and they wonder why
Mary Magdalene sips on semen as she cries

And I ask them what for?

Virginities’ literally for sale at the corner store
Now every whore is a slut
And every slut is a whore

And I ask my women what for?

You go to Jerusalem to wash your bloody hands
Now Israel has crimson sands
And I ask them what for?

Smoking ganja to get your high
Touch the clouds but my people never touch the sky
And I ask them what for?

Tattoo ink seeping through
Yet John 3:16 can’t get through to you?
And I ask them what for?

Trapped in a recession
Feed your obsession
Muted at the day when you give your confession
And I ask them what for?

Profound intellectuality
Secular raping morality
Waiting for the day they testify unto thee
And I ask them what for?

Drug dependencies
Homosexual tendencies
I am begging God, Satan’s enemy, please become a friend of me!

You preach that we can be free from everything except homosexuality
Yet my Jesus came to redeem even prostitutes into brides
You believe that crooks should have their arms chopped off?
Yet every week you steal from God by not giving your tithes?
You’re the first one to shake your booty in the club?
But at church your booty and your soul go numb?
You can party til day break?
Yet complain when church is two hours long?
You’re the same one who wants us to kill Saddam
Who wants to kill Bush
Who wants to kill Saddam
To prove that killing Bush is wrong?
Yet you killed Saddam?

And I ask America what for?
And I ask America what for?
God ask America what for?

Sin! Sin! Sin!
I ask them what for?
God I am telling you, your “people” want war

Judgment day comes
Now God I truly want you to ask me what do I see?
“Fennella what do you see?”
I see people drowning in hell fire right below me
And they are asking me “what for?” And I reply "what for?"