In 2009,
Peace can’t be found plastered to his face
Honesty will never appear to dangle from the tips of his lips
And truth can never seep from his pores.
Because in 2009,
Nothing can fix his broken image.
Not the job he holds,
The types of degrees he’s earned
Or even the necks that stretch high so that lingering eyes are placed upon him
Can restore his image,
he is looked up to.
But nothing is legitimate, except stereotypes
When you are black man.
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