Antoine Dodson Doodles in Art Class
Revision 3
(Now trying something completely different. Well, sort of.)
My portrait mugs the internet.
An overgrown meme, a bias breeder.
They say I’m out of bounds,
unaccountable to common cadence.
--Yeah, me.--
Effeminate, I’m called. Hollywood’s old Sissy
back in prime time luminosity. Woman-ish.
--That’s right, boy.--
Sexless and two-toned like a Top Model menagerie
cut loose for time, spectacle and boneless design.
--Get this, uh huh.--
A face in bent motif, backdraft hair, intrepid teeth,
my body freefalling from a crack binge high.
--They say--
I’m an ungainly gesticulation.
Every movement maims momma’s baby daddy,
like he’s with me too flap, too slack,
self-portrait of dick, gender bent, in crayon-wobbled lines.
--Girl, please.--
Effeminate is not my name for me.
Paint me a face, Rembrandt. Interpret my cacophony.
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