Poems and Poetry

Mr. Pocahontas | A Poem by Ralph Monday

Mr. Pocahontas

That’s my new identity sent as some
anonymous spam message on the
Smart Phone which is not so smart.

Mr. Pocahontas

Has nice flow, some pizazz!
Really a cool handle to introduce
myself at the bar, you know like
a CIA code name or Secret Service.

Mr. Pocahontas

Funny what a cool name can do;
makes a new me, mysterious, alluring,
the kinda guy that’s attractive, dangerous,
all in the same Christmas wrapped package.

Mr. Pocahontas

Makes pimples disappear, bad breath
become tropical fruit, the belly flab
turn into a six pack. Yeah!

Mr. Pocahontas

If only my mother had laid down such
a player bling on me, my whole life
would have been one total music.

But then —

Mrs. Pocahontas

is making a 17th century call on the cell.
WTF you pale faces still don’t get it.
Gonna take my hat and pow! let you
know that the interracial gig already
happened with John so cut the crap
already!

Mrs. Pocahontas

Daddy don’t like this stuff.
When I went off to England to club,
the only savages were the ones at
the masque.
And then I died.

Don’t kill me again.



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