STOCK SHOTS
Location
Hunting down pictures of racial
divides the colors into flesh pantones
royalty free shots watermarked
with logos of the man whipping across
eyes and mouths of models making
believe, real skins unfreckled, unpot
marked, unoiled, unscabbed, unpuffed,
ungaunt populate a mosaic light box
like the bowel of a slaveship in cross
hairs of marketing masters hoarding
spoils of images bound to bound
in their stereotyped sights
where the world of colors
melts into perfect frames
of imperfect white.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world