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Against the Stereotypical Me

A male A Black male A thug, a gangsta pants sagging stupid swagging And that's exactly what people think I am: stupid. But I break the mold. When people hear my voice without seeing my face, When people see my words in letters, on screens what race do they think I am? But I break the mold. Colloquialism I don't use it. My speech is cool calm, pure, correct. Just like me. Do you know why? Because, I break the mold. Ebonics Ebony and Phonics Black English Break away from that slave mentality. "You talk like you white." No, I speak English. I break the mold.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 7/21/2015 9:44:00 PM
I love your art work, Hosea, a7. Hugs Eve
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Date: 7/8/2012 6:13:00 PM
Great write Hosea, no one is stupid society is very cruel & judging! much love & blessings to you xo :)
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