Losing Weight

"Doctor, it's as if my head is swelling and tightening at the same time.  Then it travels over my whole body 'till I think I'm gonna explode . . ."
"Have you noticed when and what brings on this weight that, frankly, I don't see on you."

"When I'm around certain people or dreading going into the streets or taking a bus.  Thousands of people looking like tramps or thugs or uninvited guests via the top of boxcars or a worthless border fence fill the streets while the  monotonous pounding of basketballs attack me, and people tacking ropes to their head and calling imitating the long hair of white women black culture swoop on me, sad, sad, sad, and a candy bar and a cigar dance in my eyes, inviting able-bodied men to steal'em and senselessly rake merchandise from shelves to the floor.  Then it's night and my body with all this weight staggers down trash-cluttered streets with burning houses and stores and firemen trying to subdue the flames while dodging bullets from hoodlums shooting at police; suddenly, I'm looking at TV and as usual there're these pictures of an Afrikan desert in the 21st century with these endless lines of bug-eyed, skeletonized women squatting in the dirt, wrapped and warped from the top of their head to their bare feet in rags for dress as if drugged by some voodoo curse or other religious dogma into starving and begging for centuries, and scrawny babies in a malnourished death-trance stare at the women's wrinkled chest where only a black spot is left of what was once a breast and the babies seemed to be thinking, 'Why did this foolish woman grunt me out in this hell-hole?'  And then on the TV is this 'preacher, man of God' swearing, 'I hate violence,' but everywhere he goes he's always yelling, 'No Justice, No Peace!' and violence erupts.  Then in one ear mobs are whining, 'Give us some black privilege, too!' and my other ear is filled with, 'Give! Fools! Nobody ever gave us anything.  We had to study, work, plan, and sacrifice for everything we've got -- we're not giving  you anything . . . !'  Can you help me, doctor?"
"You look much better now than when you came in, so keep it going.  Whom are you voting for in the presidential election?"
"Guess."