X. Jesus is Stripped of His Clothes
Bale Creek Allen

For my statement I want to write down a poem I wrote the day after 9/11. It goes like this:

A pogo is a logo upside down,
put your feet on the bottom and push it in the ground.
A broken mirror is bad luck, that's for sure,
put a blue cross on it and watch it disappear.
The yin and the yang is an o and an x,
the winner of the game is neither of us.
Race and religion, and superstition too,
it's all about faith and the things we do.
Chink and nigger and spick and honky,
break it all down and we're all pretty funky.
Put us in a blender and mix us all up,
and the color you'll get is the color of blood.
Dip your brush in that blood and paint me a picture
of good things that fly, and evil that slithers.
Walk under a ladder and test your faith,
there's a green light glowing at heavens gate.
There's a red dirt devil with a crucifix smile,
sucking up profanities for miles and miles.
God is dog and war is raw.
Mom is mom and dad is dad.
Happy is happy, and sad is sad.
Chink and nigger and spick and honky,
break it all down and we're all pretty funky.
Put us in a blender and mix us all up,
and the color you'll get is the color of blood...