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I’m looking for Jesus, I’m looking for the Brown Jesus
Its been 23 years
and i’ve convincingly outgrown my white sunday suits
Bible study bookbags are so 1997
and the gold spray-painted coating on my crucifix
is almost completely faded
I’m looking for the brown Jesus
I feel like i’m living on vending machine faith
I pray every night before I sleep
but one glittery glove doesn’t make you Michael Jackson
(can somebody in the church say Amen)
I’m looking for Jesus
Yeah i’ve got pictures of him in my house
but he seems
too photoshopped
too airbrushed
too mimesis manufactured for my liking
Yeah i’ve got pictures of him in my house
but they’re just a collage of facial verisimilitudes
compacted into a caucasion man
with dreamy blue eyes and wavey hair
(Somebody say Amen)
‘Make-up on empty space’
Hegemonic interpretations inposed onto its blindfolded faithfuls
I’m looking for the brown Jesus
They sell us Heaven and the idea of God like
drug dealers and crack
but i guess the concept of afterlife security
is marketable in any language
‘Heaven for the highest bidder’
Downloadable religions at down low prices
All you have to do is hand over your soul
and your credit card details
Order in the next 10 minutes and you’ll receive a stainless steel toaster
BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE…
Order now and the first 3 months are free
after that, you’re gonna be...
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