[To Be a Man] A Poem
There’s only one way to be a
better man; & that way,
is not the way of a manufactured
man,
A phantom of a phantom,
where compromised become of
defects, defection,
& feet falling forward cease
to footsteps from behind;
So there is a flaw,
there seem to be many,
I hear tell, as the census takers
take no time in figuring,
then from them,
the man,
who is not so much more worse off
than the next being applauded,
sees in himself acclimation,
henceforth never a change,
a wink dwindling beyond as far
as I will ever see-
Dontrell Lovet't
from, [The Failed Writer]
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