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 © Hosea Griffith | Year Posted 2012
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