i h8 africa, but american apparel is o.k.

and i wonder why it is that you hate nigeria
ive never been but i hear that its not that bad of a country
in fact, my mother knew a nigerian man once
he was the one that told her that my name was beautiful
she would fight with my father, try to entice his mouth
to pronounce it the way it was supposed to be
Dah. Muh. Li.
like the Nigerian man coached it to her,
same syllables as the English meaning:
beau.ti.ful.
but daddy always shrugged off that African shit
and just drawled it out the way he saw fit.
DaMawwLi, thats what the yankees will say,
and that was the end of that conversation.

and im sure you've got more money
on yr dashboard than ive got in my bank account
but dont you think thats flaunting it a bit
i googled Nigeria today and
my computer screen was flooded with
beautiful brown faces smiling at me-
i was expecting flames or little devils
or something to indicate the hellhole you had mentioned,
not black faces that look like mine.
what are you saying about me?
do you think i am a black devil?
because when i imagine hell i think of pale face closer to yours.

and now im a bit confused.
i have no idea how to end this poem.
i know ive got a couple options-
call you a deuche,
flip you off,
tell you to suck it
while you enjoy yr miserable life in hell
but rly, i just wish you'd read up a little on nigeria.
it doesn't seem like too bad of a place, really.