Sunday, December 27, 2009

You Can Buy Me

Now here we are
Where all the black or yellow or brown men
Look too much alike and not like me
And all the women disguise themselves so much alike,
Assume the same eye-catching postures. They seem
Like clones, or one invented fantasy for all the glossy covers,
Sometimes with Attitude, sometimes not!

See them there on the rack,
Beaming out in every skin hue and hair tint,
Saying, “You can buy me on my back for $9.98!”
To all the timid black or yellow, brown or white men
Whose fate, it appears, is to gaze so intently, so rapaciously
While they foolishly pretend that they
Aren’t really looking, they aren’t really there.

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