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People I See
#6
Thoughts on Paula Deen
As a child of families with all their ties in the south, the revelations about Paula Deen, to me, reflect one of the things that is at the heart of the great divide in our country.
SUGH’A
Sugha’ is sweet and so are you
Or so we thought
Sugha
Honey poured out of your Sourthern Comfort
Mouth and everyone drank it up
Queen of all things fatty, sweet,
Dripping in batter,
Fried up in Crisco and bacon fat
So thick it was
A heart attack on a plate,
In a dish, on a platter
Just waiting for us to
Eat it up
And how could we not?
We sugar, fatty, salty addicts
Of humanity? Yummmmy!
Yummmmy! Yummmmy!
You knew the real path to
Our most delighted, childish selves,
That little one who lives
Right there in the brain,
Right next to the
Dopamine and seratonin and
Oxytocin,
That little part of the brain that
Makes us all go
Brain dead in a sugar, fat
Salt overload of bliss
And we want it again
And again, and again
Sugha
And you whip up dish after dish after
Dish to get us to lick it up
Lick you up
All the way to the bank
All the way to the private jets, and
Best seller lists and daytime tv
Heaven
And butter wouldn’t melt in your
Mouth you were just so perfect
In your big haired, spider-eyed mascara’d lashes,
Big blouses, big pink lips
Telling us.
Oppps, lies?
From SUgha? Honey, Sweetie?
Oppps.
There were other things behind
The bacon wrapped sandwiches and
Peanut butter laden brownies and
Karo syrup cakes,
Yep, there was
A Southern Belle who was
Deeply wishing and really living
That ol’ antebellum dream
You know the one,
With big plantations and lots
Of nice black folks working the
Land and in the house
To make life sweet as,
Sugha
That driver of yours is black
How black did you say he was?
Sugha? And didn’t you used to
Used a word, that “N” word
Over and over just ’cause well
Heck folks used it all the time
Where you came from?
Where is that you came from, Dixie? Oh
I see, I get it, we all get,
Sugha
We’re still fighting that darn war aren’t we?
You know the one,
We know the one,
Some folks called it the great rebellion
But it’s pretty much known to
Most folks as
Opps,
The Civil War
But maybe you missed your lessons in
School that day,
Sugha
And maybe you missed the day where
They talked about
Civil rights
And 1964
And Martin Luther King
And you definitely missed
The day when they talked about
Oh, tolerance,
Humanity?
Respect?
Honesty?
Dignity?
Oh, Sugah,
For one soooo sweet
Yo’ sho’ is
Not so tasty, not so nice
In fact biting into
Your world
One gets a big mouthful
O’ bitter n’ nasty
You best get your mouth
Washed out,
And your mind and heart
Done too, While you’re at it
You want to be sweet
But you ain’t
You ain’t even close
To being
Sugah
Nuff said….
Jdj
June 2013
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