No.232: Let the Clay Remember its Place


They say the pen is mightier than the sword,
and I can relate.
‘cause I’ve seen grown, supposedly woke folk
crawl away and gyrate in pain 
from the way I make black and white claims with agendas bleed gray,
or when I bring the name of God into debates about sexuality, gender, race…

I’m just kidding. 
I don’t talk about the first two.
At least not outside my inner circle.
‘Cause folks out here were made in America,
which is to say, fragile,
and before you say,
Benji, weren’t you raised here too?
Indeed, I was, but unlike you,
the bullets in this brain don’t discriminate, 
and it couldn’t give a poop 
what my feelings have to say about the truth,
which is to say

when Yahweh speaks,
opinions cease,
we can sing with gay pride in the streets,
and I’ll fight for your rights till I can no longer breathe,
but this thing goes deeper than we make it seem.

That being said,
if you think you got the keys,
then by all means, don’t mind me.
I’m just a quiet dude with a loud pen,
just clarifying simple math — 
the ant doesn’t tell the Giant how to run His house.
The Potter doesn’t take lessons from the clay.

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