Big Boy's Bait & Tackle

Down the small asphalt road just aways
    from my mama and step-dad's house
Lies the little bait and tackle shop, Big Boy's,
    which triples as roadside cafe and junior store
Quaint at first site, promptly turning my stomach
    like a ripe bucket of prawns long-lingered in the sun
My mother explains the could-be ZZ Top doppelgänger owner
    solicits and supports the local KKK
And that oft when sky goes dark and
    the final customers leave
That Big Boy's Bait & Tackle welcomes into its doors
    hate-laced prejudiced Klan members
To scheme the next attacks upon dark-skinned humanity
    My mind and heart are left appalled processing this scoop
And races to entertain thoughts of desired,
    chocolate lovers and friends still forbidden here
Alongside a multitude of reasons why I left
   The South and ecstatically adopted New York City as home
But then, my thoughts turn again
   How do I properly respond with love to this Klan leader?
For I become no different if I return hate
    with hate upon my fellow humanity
And so, I pray a prayer of blessing upon this establishment
    and smile in the brief moment I see melanin not hindering brother helping sister