Abrams eyed her bathroom glass,
preparing for TV shows.
She
carefully coiffed her hair,
combing the furrowed cornrows.
Suddenly ideas
sprang
from beneath those locks of furry faux.
She will build a man and say
he's kin
to slavery, America's peculiar sin.
The principles of the founding
are
unworthy of propounding,
so erect the Jim Crow scarecrow
and test the depth of
fear by sounding
"How shall the crows feed upon the land
with this straw
man watching,
built by the white man's hand?"
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