| I wasn't sure where to post this. It's a slam poem by a friend of mine, The Klute. I like it. You have to picture it spoken as a kind of rhythmic rant.
 
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 Cereal Aisle Racist
 
 It was somewhere between the waffle mix and the maple syrup
 That I realized that we still live in a racist society
 Now, it’s not overt as it used to be
 We don’t have whites only water fountains anymore
 And no one’s asking anyone to sit in the back of the bus
 But it’s still there, right there,
 Between the waffle mix and the maple syrup
 In the cereal aisle
 The Post Sugar Bear is a racist icon
 Think about it:
 The Sugar Bear, with his deep, lyrical voice and brown fur
 Is the archetypal Negro minstrel stereotype
 The cereal that he so desires is Super Golden Crisp
 Golden. Gold. Money.
 And who possesses this gold?
 Granny, a little white old lady
 The people at Post don’t show the Sugar Bear working hard,
 Earning the money for his cereal?
 No.
 They show him stealing the cereal from a helpless little white old lady
 Sometimes, roughing her up to get it.
 What kind of message is this sending to our kids
 They might as well change the slogan from “Can’t Get Enough of That Golden Crisp!”
 To “All the Blacks Want to Steal Your Gold!”
 And guess where Post Cereals is based?
 The South.
 So I don’t think I’m too far off the mark on this one.
 All the white cereal mascots are in positions of power.
 CAPTAIN Crunch… COUNT Chocula… KING Vitamin…
 It doesn’t stop at the cereal aisle though
 All the great chefs of the supermarket have last names
 Except for the black chefs
 Sara LEE… Betty CROCKER… Duncan HINES… Marie CALLENDER…
 But poor old Aunt Jemima remains nameless, working in Dolly MADISON’s kitchen
 While Uncle Ben shills rice in aisle 22 for his corporate slavemasters
 But at least they have first names!
 Does anyone know the name of the guy on the Cream of Wheat box?
 I didn’t think so.
 We’re segregating our foods as we’ve segregated the country.
 The Jews, The Mexicans, the Asians
 All have been redlined into the ghetto that is the Ethnic Foods aisle
 While Shake and Bake, Manwich Sauce, and White Bread fill the store
 But a day’s coming, when the Manischevitz Wine will break bread with Uncle Ben
 And the Ortega Taco shells will stand with the Chung King Soy Sauce
 The bar code readers at the check out line will read “Kill Whitey”
 And the Sugar Bear will let out a mighty roar
 Tearing down the aisles and toasting the Wonder Bread
 Erasing the redlines and moving next door to Betty and Duncan
 And after reading the works of Elijah Muhammed,
 The guy on the Cream of Wheat box will change his name to Wheat X
 And tell the Saturday morning cartoon watching kids that
 Nothing warms you in the morning like a bowl of hot cereal
 And that the Man is a bastard
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