Identity Theft

He claimed that he was a black poet,
but he wrote like a white man.
Somebody please hit him with a rubberband.

He claimed that if you write
with your heritage in your heart,
you can not create real art.

He subscribed to such nonsense
that he lost his darker audience.
He mistook boos for appaudience.

Identity is what you see in the bathroom mirror,
but if you look in the rearview mirror, dear,
race is closer than it appears.