Mrs. Dinah talks about her kitchen
Mrs. Dinah Talks about Her Kitchen
(after a poem Clint
Smith leaked from Uncle Tom's Cabin )
Honey , let me tell you.
That cat-haired Ms. Ophelia had the gall ----
the gall I swear ---to duck-walk her behind into my
kitchen
with question and jingling keys. Not knowing how to address a lady
proper-like, she Yankee-screeched:
"What's the drawer for, Dinah? why is the nutmeg
in conversation with the Baptist hymn book?"
Ain't got the sense God granted the goose.
Don't know nutmeg can keep company with garlic,
being as how herbs and spices is all God's children.
Don't know pinto beans from coffee and poisoned cognition
about the sacred, that shall ---mark my language --
finally end the enslavements.
Soon and very sooner they will see
how Africans role down South.
Likewise up North.
What audacity to ask why
my hair grease be talking to onions.
Tain't none of her business if it do.
I am ---truth be told ---the soul of order
and can make a fine dinner of chaos.
I know my place now, and in a future
she best keep her Catholic opinions of herself to herself.
Elsewise, I might loose my religion in a flash of redemption
and bring Oshun's water to this here plantation.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. August 7, 2017
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