Ghetty Gospel
by
Isaac Harris
Isaac Harris issa Black queer currently based in Glasgow, Scotland. Occasionally attractive n always dysphoric dey make stories bout Negro livin!! Previous work can be found in the fantastic and ever lovely @daughterhoodziner on Instagram.
from Ghetty Gospel
My son have you been drinking your milk?”
A great temple standing lone in the center of the great Negro city.
In august gold letters it reads out.
New Kemetic Nation of Moorish Science Inside the temple are two figures.
The first one to be seen is a distressed Negro on his knees in front of an Afrikanpriest,theNegrolookinragged,gota patchworkscalpofragged hair and red where fingers have dug into scalp and ripped out hair and blooded skin.
The priest is in a powerful stature, of imposing Afrikan might,
He stands tall and wears a long robe of white linen, a pharaoh's headdress and a mouth of golden teeth, in one of his eye sockets stands not a thing of white blooded jelly but a crown jewel of new faith, a golden eye and an ankh made of red ruby.
“Have you been performing your rights to avert Black misery?”
“I been tryin to father..please believe I been tryin....But I....I been havin dese memories, dese memories father, maybe dey dreams, maybe dey..........It dont matter, It dont matter ! Dese thangs hauntin me, goin round my head, n I cant be having dem in me no more!”
Negro start clutchin on his stomach, start tearin away his clothes and scratchin away at his hollow belly.
“Black misery! Black despair! Oh its so hard for us its so hard I know! But I am so glad you could come to me so I could provide you the truth and not these false churches and monuments to iblyss dat dese Yakubs call God”
“Aint despair Father its hunger, my empty belly makin so many sounds, voices crawl up from my belly n in my head, it tellin me to eat da whole world, cus dey took my food, it tellin me what I lost, da truth is hunger, dey whisper it from dem pits a’ my empty belly”
The priest grabs the Negro Supplicant by the head, a palm for each cheek forcing him to look into the fathers eyes.
“My son! You been overtaken by it, dont you see dat what we got is paradise, we all gon’ be saved cus us folk is chosen, so dont listen to dese ghosts! To dese demons!”
He lookin down cryin, tears streamin from his face! “No father I cant hear dat no more, Im starvin!”
The priest unhands him and kneels down to his face.
“My son my son dont you see you marked by da taint a’ iblyss, by da whitemans God, by dat haint a’ Black paradise lost, can you not see how its all tinged da color a’ fools gold? How it lures us , whispers in our ears promises of riches, dat great white god a’ gluttony dat brought us here.....a false mecca... cant you hear its call?”
“Now son I want two Black Hail Mary’s, Three Black our Fathers, and One Black Ave Maria, n you too can be a nigga dat gleams gold like me”
The man looks deep into the ruby ankh of the priests eye
“No father, Im sorry but I cant ignore dem no longer, a hungry Negro like me needs to eat”
The Negro lunges at the priest, sinkin his yellow teeth into his Black belly.
The priest screams and tries to pry away the rabid Blacks mouth from him, but the yellow teeth clamped in tight!
“AWHHHHHH AWHHHHHW Oh lord Help me!!” Deliver me from it please!
Deliver me from ....
