Penny Sylvester Wise
Would Pennywise the Clown be based off R.Kelly?
What’s so similar about a man and an ancient, evil being feeding on the fear of children to feed their pleasure while the pain gets swept under the rug by adults who can’t or won’t see him for what he is?
Sounds pretty damn similar to me.
Instead of Derry, Maine, his habitat would be Chicago, Illinois.
Instead of little, white kids, he’d prey on black girls
pimping their bodies and grooming their mannerisms to
supply his addiction like a exotic narcotic, he’s a fiend for their innocence.
Instead of charming children with balloons and paper boats to lure them in,
He would sing charms and melodies to their parents and hypnotize their judgement.
Target his prey and gain their trust.
Make them feel safe and needed.
Instead of habitually hibernating every 27 years,
He would feed every time his voice touched a stage, or a city, or an ear canal.
Can you tell the difference still?
Penny “Robert Kelly” Wise,
The slickest of predators would slip through the grips of adult figures
because he was invisible to the parietal eye— I meant the parental eye!
In reality, both of the statements correlate to nothing more of the truth.
How else would he have gotten away with trying to elope with Beverly-- I meant Aaliyah-- same shit, different culture!
You’ll float too! If you’ve ever been caught in the trap of the pied piper whose lazy river is made up of the tears of little black girls who have been pimped out or stolen
All because adults believed there was nothing wrong with a little bump and grind as long as it only pertained to his songs.
As if “I don’t wanna hurt nobody but there is something I must confess” wasn’t an obvious slap to the face that we repressed all because we still wanted to dance in the name of love.
Yup, sounds like some nigga shit.
Penny “Sylvester Kelly” Wise,
The most dangerous monster of all.
The monster adults will tell you to hush about because it’ll bring too much attention to the rescue lights.
The monster that would cradle rob you blind and gaslight you into thinking it was a matter of your own choice.
The breed of monster that would haunt cities searching for young blood in exchange for fear-filled dopamine.
The breed of nigga that would haunt you so much to the point where you’re afraid to even shower fearing he’ll always find a way.
The clown who pulls the wool over the eyes of adults and non-believers alike.
The nigga who got away for so long because we coped better not believing in monsters.
That they lived in darkness.
That they harmonized through our radios.
That they were in our homes.
That they were part of our families at one point.
Would Pennywise the Clown be based on R. Kelly?
Whoever said it wasn’t the other way around?
A poem by QuinKillin’
