One lie they said,
That the statues were dead.
The most cavalier villains of our story love, love, loooooooove them some statues. They love statues more than they love bourbon; they love statues more than they love guns; they love statues more than they love Jesus.
Well, centuries ago, my ancestors’ ancestors - before they were kidnapped - learned to love statues, too. They studied the stone and the rocks, the materials and the minerals. They learned so much about the polymorphic transitions, it could make a girl’s head spin!
Some build statues to construct a monument to the impermanence of life, the accomplishments of those who fight the decay, while others build statues to sanitize their sins, to cloak their depravity, Dunning fake history.
Oh but did you know, our antebellum terrorists once tried to make statues for their former hostages, relieved to turn their treachery into fake camaraderie.
United Daughters of the Confederacy, that unscrupulous gang of revisionist skanks, pretending to be boisterous, innocent Scarletts, tried to build a Mammy Memorial.
Stumbling out of bed, feeling sorry for themselves, they decided to remember their dear Mammy; that happy Black Mother Mary, that comfort food with a crystal filled lemonade on a hot afternoon.
They even got that august body known as the US senate to go along with it.
For what made that lost life so glorious but their dear Mammy.
White women especially liked Mammy; their profound denial some way mimicked forgiveness. They got to hang on to their fragility: they were good, their husband was good, and it was all just one big blended family.
They say we feel shame for their “outsized” accomplishments, so grand! Diamonds as bright as nuclear explosions!
Why would we feel shame?
Remember you tried to build a monument to your loyal slave…
The villain misses his trick is our trap. Because of the sure turn of the screw, we have built quite beautiful statues for you.
For underneath your show, there are still our minerals. Our plans and desires, waiting for you to expire.
Our story has quite the Eden waiting for you – to return to, dear confederate cavalier.
Post-Credits Scene:
As part of the development of Rap Fiction as a sub-genre, I have adapted a common technique known as free-styling and combined it with a style of fiction known as Flash Fiction to create what I am calling, Flash-Style.
I created a publication on Substack for the Flash-Style Battles I will be participating in and moderating.
You can subscribe to that publication by clicking the link below to be informed of and judge all the contests.
Here is the post about the first battle:
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Saturday, October 12th at 11:00 AM (EST) to create the prompt
1:00 PM (EST) to read the work and pick the winner.
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