This poem is from “Black Feelings Black Talk.” Also performed on Nikki’s spoken word album “The Way I Feel.”
Seduction
One day
you gonna walk in this house
and i’m gonna have on a long African
gown
you’ll sit down and say “The Black . . .”
and i’m gonna take one arm out
then you—not noticing me at all—will say “What about
this brother . . .”
and i’m going to be slipping it over my head
and you’ll rap on about the “The revolution . . .”
while i rest your hand against my stomach
you’ll go on—as you always do—saying
“I just can’t dig . . .”
while i’m moving your hand up and down
and i’ll be taking your dashiki off
then you’ll say “What we really need . . .”
and i’ll be licking your arm
and “The way I see it we ought to . . .”
and unbuckling your pants
“And what about the situation . . .”
and taking your shorts off
then you’ll notice
your state of undress
and knowing you you’ll just say
“Nikki,
isn’t this counterrevolutionary . . .?”
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