Nursery Songs

by  Geoffrey Crayon Gent 

Hickety, pickety, my black hen,

She lays eggs for gentlemen;

Sometimes one, and sometimes ten,

Hickety, pickety, my black hen. 

Excuse me while I take care of my erection right now, but was that just the screenplay for an interracial gangbang rape movie! How many “gentlemen” was this “black hen” willing to lay eggs for at once? And just who is this “black hen” and her “gentlemen” friends?

It is no mistake the hen is black; it is no mistake that the hen is a hen. After all, the hen is a female, and her counterpart would be the rooster, a cock, which is what the unfortunate hen is laying eggs for against her will, “one” to “ten” cocks to be exact.

Those cocks, however, do not belong to gentlemen.

They belong to white racists who believe an African American woman is good for only two things: picking cotton and fucking.

Welcome to the wonderful world of slavery, where men only have to pick cotton, but their daughters and wives have an extra chore being the master’s whore!

Step right up! Be the next one to be raped by a bigot, the victim of a gangbang immortalized nightly in children’s cribs before bedtime.

Or perhaps that “black hen” is just a “hen” laying eggs, and the “gentlemen” are simply making omelets, instead of eating catfish.  

J. M. Giles

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